Serving Sir
Just something I had a dream about and had to write.
Warning: 18+ Naughty Stuff
I eagerly awaited Sir's return by the front door; resting on all four paws so as not to put strain on my knees. My leather dog mask was fit to my skull and was secured tightly at the back of my head, my spotted ears flopping out the sides. The black collar marking me as a pet was snug around my neck. I am not Sir's friend...I am not Sir's boyfriend...I am his fuck thing, a toy he can do whatever he pleases with. When Sir isn't training me or fucking me, he gives me the pleasure of lying at his feet or admiring him in his lap. Today, I just eagerly waited for him at the door; my trained asshole clean and my knotted, six inch red cock freely flopping between my legs and dripping pre.
The red door in front of me clicked loudly and I shuffled back and forth on my pink, spotted, padded feet like an eager pup. When it finally opened, Sir, a tall, athletically thin fawn Great Dane, stepped through the door, carrying his big work boots. Usually when he was carrying his boots it meant he wanted me to service him right away...but then he stepped to the side.
An average looking Doberman stepped in behind Sir, lustfully looking down and somewhat surprised to see me sitting there on all fours. It was then that I noticed he had his boots off too. This must have been one of Sir's more...playful...friends. Right away I raised my rounded ass into the air, lowering my muzzle to his big feet with the sweat stained socks. I wagged my tail to show that I was excited as I greedily inhaled the rich stink of the Doberman's feet. Despite how surprised he was, he timidly lifted his foot and I was quick to shove my black nostrils between the padded souls beneath that deliciously filthy layer of cloth...
There was a powerful, sex glazed grin on Sir's face as he moved over to the timid Doberman and grabbed at the zipper on the crotch of his jeans. Without any difficulty, he pulled that zipper down and I rose up, forcing my muzzle between the fly of Sir's friend's crotch. I greedily and lustfully licked my lips as I ran my dark nose across the moist, piss and cum stained boxers, rapidly humping the air and sending strings of pre flying as I soon suckled at the pointed tip poking through at me. This dog's crotch stank of other males. This fat bulge was magnificent...but not as big as Sir's...
There was a loud CRACK and I lunged forward, arching my back and gasping as I grabbed onto the Doberman's bulge as I felt a sharp sting across my ass. Looking back at sir, panting with a heavy blush on my muzzle, I obediently crawled in front of him, the belt he had punished me with now tight in his paws. Sir had removed his pants; his legs were spread and his huge, spotted cock was now flopping in the air.
Sir took me by the nape of my neck and I yipped as he pulled me in close. Again, I knew what was expected of me as he washed my face in his crotch. I struggled to pant between the time where I was licking between Sir's sweaty thighs and his loosely hanging sac. His heavy man musk drove me wild, but I didn't dare hump the air again. Soon, Sir forcefully guided me to one of his huge, tan orbs. Opening my muzzle, I used my tongue to slide it into my mouth, swirling it around without getting any of my teeth in the way. I savored the powerful, salty taste of the sweat that had caked Sir's throbbing nut. Sir groaned loudly, gripping my nape harder. Using my tongue to push that hot nut to the roof of my mouth, Sir let me know of the pleasurable pain I was giving him as his huge cock dripped globs of pre into the white, spotted fur on my forehead.
As Sir enjoyed me suckling at his sac by licking his lips and groaning at the ceiling, I took only a moment to look at the Doberman standing off to the side. The dog was furiously groping at his crotch which was still restrained by his jeans. Compared to Sir...this dog was really starting to look pathetic....
Before I could look away, I felt another sharp sting...this time across my cheek. Sir had a bitter look on his face, and I didn't dare reach up to touch my stinging skin after he had just caught me staring. I was suddenly yanked by the short fur on the top of my head. Before I knew it, Sir was using my muzzle to soak up the sweat that had built up in the crack of his toned ass. I didn't want Sir to be angry with me, so I grabbed the front of his thighs and I pushed my muzzle up as far as it would go before I buried my long, floppy tongue as deep as it would go. My breathing was strained...all I could take in through my nose was the heavy man musk of Sir's sweaty ass. Sir furiously pumped his big cock, grunting and growling as I swirled my tongue around his insides...
Sir's sounds of bliss soon stopped and I found myself parting my lips; the only sounds I could hear were the gargling sounds of my throat as Sir fucked my muzzle all the way to his musky, unwashed sheath. I've never really gotten use to Sir's girth, forcing its way to the back of my throat. But I always did try to savor the taste as much as possible when he grabbed the back of my head and held me there. The gagging sounds coming out of me were getting louder and louder as my throat lubricated Sir's cock with more and more saliva. When he suddenly pulled out, my muzzle was then covered in the thick globs, just before he wiped my chin with his cock and shoved it back in. I had only a second to admire Sir's huge, thick, spotted cock before he forced it to the back of my throat; his spotted birthmarks reminded me of a massive horse cock.
I could feel Sir's vein covered knot getting fatter; I could've sworn he was about to tie with my muzzle considering how much it ached. But then sir roughly slid his cock from the back of my throat and grabbed the bottom half of my muzzle which reminded me not to swallow... as the tip of his cock pumped wave after wave of hot cum into my mouth.
When my muzzle was full and I struggled not to let even a drop fall from my lips, Sir walked over to his friend, whispering in his ear as he forcefully shoved down the front of the Doberman's boxers. Still slightly timid, the Doberman walked over and stood above me, all while Sir took his seat on the couch, crossing his ankles on the wooden coffee table. I felt the Doberman's paw on the back of my head...and I parted my lips as I went down on his red, throbbing piece of meat; lubing it with the globs of spit and cum Sir had ordered me to hold in my muzzle...
I gasped as I was thrown belly down onto the seat opposite of Sir, throwing my head back as I was thrust fucked up my trained, abused ass. The Doberman let loose as he pinned his forehead to my back, brutally thrusting his hips forward until his cock disappeared up my butt and his hanging balls loudly slapped against mine. It felt like the pressure inside me was getting more intense each time the dog shoved his pointed cock into my guts. I didn't dare look directly at Sir who seemed to have a satisfied look on his face as this dumb fuck tried to claim me as his own. Yeah he was fucking me...hard...but only because Sir gave him permission...
As soon as the dog was done drooling on my back and finished pumping his hot, watery load deep into my guts, Sir offered him a drink as I lay there collapsed on the couch. Even though he hadn't tied with me....even though it wasn't sir...I remained satisfied as I gave a needy moan like a good bitch, working three of my padded fingers deep into my ass to fill that space as cum slid down the back of my thighs.
Obviously the stupid dog became overly cocky, openly reminding Sir of the brutal fucking he had just given me. But at the end of the night, when the Doberman was gagged and bound over the back of the couch with his legs spread and Sir's big cock lodged up his ass, I was more than eager to lap up Sir's load dripping out of the dog's ass over Sir's throbbing, swollen knot...
End.