Spontaneous
Two doggies share an intimate moment when one least expects it.
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I was shocked to notice today that it's been almost two weeks since I wrote or posted anything here, and felt an urge to remedy this situation. It's nothing big, I'd even consider this a drabble, but it's something to cheer you all up. And also, yay, first story of 2012!!!!! Woot!!
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I'm almost done with brushing my furs when I hear a little rumble from behind me, just as the arms wound around my waist and chest, pulling me close against him.
"Hmmmm..." he murmurs, touching lips against one of my ears.
I shiver as I feel the hot pressure against my rear, signaling his arousal as much as his scent and the noise he makes, deep from his chest. My paws fall over to his arms, holding onto him as well as I can, while he holds me tightly. His lips keep moving over my ear, licking around its rim and making it feel hot. I sigh when his hips press more firmly to mine.
"What are you doing?" I whisper, helplessly under his power, while his paw rubs my smooth belly.
"Making love to you."
His paw closes around my sheath and squeezes me hard, causing blood to rush into my most sensitive places. His breath rumbles deeply against my neck, causing me to shiver softly. I gasp again when his heat presses against the base of my slowly wagging tail.
My brush drops down to the floor, landing softly over the bathroom carpet. It feels nice under my footpaws, too, especially now that the rest of me is being caressed by those strong paws. I press myself against him.
"Hmmm...." he rumbles.
I tilt my head to the side so that I can look at him and I can see he's smiling, just as his breath washes over my muzzle.
Our lips meet and we kiss, while he strokes me, pulling me out of my sheath and into the open, into the warm, moist air of the bathroom. His hips rock against my rear with a measured slowness. He leaves a trail of slick over my smooth, newly washed fur, marking me with his scent.
I throb deep in his paw while our tongues touch and trade our scents.
"Let's go to bed," I rumble breathlessly.
"Can't wait," he murmurs, pressing himself against me intently.
He nibbles my neck and I moan, tipping my head down to let him do as he wishes. It takes him no effort to step us forward a couple of steps, over to the bathroom sink, still standing on that fluffy pink carpet that is such a great contrast for the deep tones of our canine fur.
Pre oozes out of me and over his knuckles, making the slide of his paw over my cock into a slick, slow, torturing act inflicted on my flesh. I rumble and try to push my hips in rhythm to that touch that has already caused my knot to swell into full size. It keeps bumping against his fingers.
The sink feels cold against my thighs, when we stand there, gazing at each other through the mirror on the cabinet door, above the sink. I can see he is smiling, watching how my pink flesh disappears and then reappears in his grip. My ears flick and I snort, aroused, pressing my ass back to his loins.
"Oh yes..." he rumbles, and I feel his arm move, when he lifts his paw to open one half of the cabinet.
Shampoo bottles, skin care products, an aspirin bottle and some band-aids and a pair of heavy duty nail clippers populate the shelf. He goes for the small, crumbled-looking tube stashes next to some pad cream. I feel a shiver go through my spine. He really won't be waiting until we get to bed but is planning to take me right here and there.
The cabinet door closes with a soft click and then he is kissing me again, licking my neck. I moan deeply, but not as deeply as when I feel his hips shift a little and a pair of cool, slick fingers slides under my tail and then into the crevice of my rear. He keeps stroking my cock even while he finger me, spreading lube all over my taint and then, with a little huff from me, he pierces me with his index finger, pulling my flesh open. My body squeezes down on him as he dwells within me, tugging on my ring to make me ready to accept his cock, which I can still feel throbbing against my rump. I can't help but bark out a whimper at the thought, at the longing for that feeling again.
His long finger finds my prostate and jabs it, just once, sending an extra burst of pre over his knuckles. I hear the slick sound of his wet paw going up and down over his own shaft, only a couple of times, before that same flesh pushes its way under my tail and lodges itself into place.
"I love you."
His arms go around me again, securing me in place. I drop one paw to the edge of the sink and brace myself, allowing tension to my shoulders, but none to my lower body, where it's not needed. I want this to be easy on us.
He bites gently on my neck when he pushes forward with his blunt tip and allows it to nudge firmly against my hole, for a couple of seconds, before my accustomed flesh yields and allows him to penetrate me. We both gasp when his thick length slides into me, with some effort from his part, and a deep groan from me, when our bodies mash together. My fur is slightly slick and mingles with his when our bodies meet, the heat within me growing with every inch that is put into me.
I can feel the knot touch my rump cheeks and then touch the dilated roundness of my hole and I know he's all the way in, and I can't get enough of that sensation, or that knowledge.
"Ahhhh...."
His lips stay over my shoulder even when he begins to buck his hips, driving himself back and forth into me. My tunnel stretches to accommodate him, giving me a full, not painful feeling. My ring complaints only a few times before it dulls down and simply allows the pleasurable sensations to overtake the unpleasant ones. Little surges of pleasure begin to go through my spine, slowly but surely, pushed forth by the unrelenting movement of him inside me. It's a smooth ride, aided by the lube and our experienced routine, even in this non-routine situation.
We've had sex in the shower before but not by the sink, and I have to admit to myself that watching us go at it makes me even hornier, and I don't spare my voice when he ruts me. The earlier gentle words are surpassed with our loud grunts and huffs while our bodies work together, oiled with KY and propelled by the muscles.
My innards squish a little with every push into me, and his balls add a slapping sound to the concert of sex. He doesn't even have to stroke me to keep me stimulated, the battering on my prostate and the rocking of my own hips keeps me thrusting into his paw, held firmly around me to give me the maximum amount of pleasure while he pumps into me with long, even strokes. Not a single thrusts is the same, never in depth or force, he knows how to make it last, and I keep pushing back to him, letting him know that I want him to breed me just the way he does, hard and fast.
Our love can be rough but it's never to hurt the other, not even when he begins to bite my shoulder again, making me moan, gasp and bark each in turn, while the heat of being humped roughly causes my own cock to throb even hotter in his paw.
"Yeah..."
He's not much for dirty talk while sex, but even the occasional gasped word sets my blood on an even further blaze of fire.
"Yeah..." I gasp, my eyes half-lidded, so that I can still look at us on the mirror, how our dark brown bodies collide, accompanied by the echoing slap.
WE keep going until our muscles ache and soon my rear aches, when that knot is driven into me with a powerful thrusts coming from his big, enviously strong thighs, and I am split open once again, for the sake of our pleasure. I willingly take the twinge of pain because it will be followed by the even bigger pleasure of receiving his seed inside me, marking me even deeper as his, and that is something I want.
"NGHHHHHHHH!"
I'm never quiet when the tie happens, and this is no exception. He makes no effort to try to silence me, simply nips on my shoulder even harder, reducing it to a wet, throbbing mess.
"Ahhhh!"
I can take no more of it and shoot all over myself, his paw keeping my aimed so that it is my body that gets the best of the spray of white seed, not the sink. It clings to my furs and fills my nose with a raunchy scent, and I breathe it in deeply, savoring it even while my mind is mostly concentrated on the sensations coming from my rear, when he piledrives himself over the edge while fully buried inside me.
I bark one more time when he takes me into a mating bite and slams his hips down, pressing my firm cheeks almost flat with its force. His body trembles with constrained energy, now finally unleashed when he cums hard, losing his strength momentarily, when he loses himself within my clenching back passage. I can feel it, in a fashion, the way how he fills me even further, around the bulk of his cock buried inside me, marking me with the white juice. His body heaves over me and I feel his chin against my neck, and his tongue lolls out, wetly.
My head is hung down and I breathe heavily, watching my dripping body and my own cock, still in his grip, angry red and fully hard, and messy, just as we both are, for the moment, overcome by our latest erotic encounter.
"Hmmm...." he murmurs in that tone I like, and soothes me with a rumble.
I give him a smile when our eyes meet, and he licks my lips in appreciation. He smiles back.
"Time to shower now, I think," he says, and I flick a bemused ear at him.
He puts his arms around me and directs us towards the shower while still intimately joined. It will be his first shower tonight, the second for me.
We are both covered in musk.
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