...Jennifer’s excitement reached the level of pleasure with the mere presence of him being close now.
Jen got up and began to stumble toward him. This confused Mo, who then tilted his head and sniffed deeply. It was even more perplexing now. She looked and sounded like master, but she didn’t move or smell like master. She smelled like when he had been taken to breed, it was the smell of a bitch in heat. At this time Jen’s legs finally gave out and she twisted fell onto her hands and knees, about half way to him. She was close to being perpendicular to him, with her rear slightly closer to him than her head. Mo got a good whiff now became suddenly and powerfully aroused
Meanwhile, Jennifer was dealing with her own internal struggles. She couldn’t move. Scratch that, she could move, she realized, as one of her hands slipped back and slither under the rim of her skirt, she just couldn’t get back up. It didn’t take much effort for her to slide them off and down to bunch up at her knees. As she brought her hand back she felt one of her fingers slide over her pussy and clit. This caused a shiver of pleasure to pass through her and her labia to puff out, exuding more of that intoxicating sent. Poor Mo couldn’t help himself. As Jen sat there, a position she would soon come to take frequently, she felt something cold press up against her aching crotch. It sent more waves of bliss to ascend her spine. She half closed her eyes and let her shoulders slack, but only for a second as she was back violently back to reality when she felt a weight begin to push down on her hips and back.
Mo had finally let his hormones get him and had mounted his Master-Bitch. She smelled good, and he knew some where deep down that she could bear many pups, as her large teats already showed. He made a few experimental thrusts, but hit nothing. He then shifted his weight, pushed once, and hit his mark.
Jennifer’s mind exploded in ecstasy. This was wrong, and she knew it. She didn’t have much time to contemplate this though, as Mo finally hit his mark and entered her. She almost screamed. He pounded hard into, pushing deep fast. He was so big, she didn’t know if she would be able to take all of him. Her breasts swung violently below her with every buck. She felt a warm and moist pressure in he back right between her shoulders, then herd a snap and her bra slipped down to the ground. He breasts were now free and swinging violently.
Mo like the fee of his new Bitch-Master. She was tight, but not to tight, and she responded well. She bucked back into him at the right times and was nice and soft to the touch. But he didn’t like the pink thing that was holding her teats. It kept them from moving they right way, so he decided to get rid of it. He brought his mouth down and took the back of it between his teeth. It didn’t take much force to break it, and once it was busted it fell to the floor and her teats could swing as they naturally should. He congratulated himself by pumping harder.
This time Jen did let out a sound, a deep moan. By god, Mo was a good fucker. He seemed to know al the good spots, and even her breast, now free, felt better. He picked up speed and she yowled, almost like a dog. He was s good, so powerful. She couldn’t stop herself. She pushed back into him with ever thrust, letting her tongue loll out, panting heavily, letting him take her like the bitch she was.
Mo loved it. His new Bitch had completely accepted him, and was now trying her hardest to get more of him inside her. He humped furiously, but he knew he couldn’t for much longer, for he felt the familiar pressure building up in his loins. He pushed, trying to get his knot inside before he went, but it was too big and she was too small. He cumed anyways, releasing as much as he could while still gripping tightly to her side.
Jen screamed, she could it in any longer. And that scream changed into a howl, one of deep lust and pleasure. She felt his knot pounding against her pelvis, roughly beating her clit. She made sounds some where between moans, screams, and howls as he pumped harder and faster. But then, he stopped, but her pleasure didn’t, as there was a sudden explosion within her womb, filling every crevice with warm, blissful liquid. She would have held almost completely still, had it not been for the convulsing tremors going all through out her body as she screamed.
Mo was done, and his mate was loud. He pulled him self out, causing a sudden gush of semen to escape her vagina. He immediately brought his muzzle up and licked the opening until it stopped flowing, then sauntered around to lie in front of his bitch as she collapsed.
Jen gasped as the last lingering remnants of the orgasm and Mo’s sudden exit coupled with each other. She then moaned slightly as a long wet tongue began to rake itself against her sopping cunt. When it had finally stopped, she let herself fall, her arms and legs curling up under her, and stayed there, reliving her ordeal in her mind.
Some small time after that, the fog of her mind began to clear and she realized what she had done. She had been raped, by a dog, her own dog, yet she had invited him in presented herself to him, and let him take her, and liked it, like a willing bitch. Bitch... She heard that word earlier today, but where… The phone! Kyle’s curse, he had said she would fuck a dog, and she had! Was it truly that real? She looked, catching Mo as he licked himself clean. As she watched, she began to feel a tingling, emanating from some where deep within her body...