Date: Sat, 13 Mar 2004 07:12:44 -0800 From: DVNT Puppy Subject: lucky-bitch 3 Warning: If sex featuring adult men and their dogs turns you off, don't read the following. I love getting feedback from readers and greatly appreciate your comments and suggestions, so drop me a line: dvntpuppy@hotmail.com. While watering the dogs and locking up the kennels for the evening, I can't keep dark thoughts of the Chief of Police at bay. I hear has truck approaching and a terrified chill runs down my spine. It reminds me of a winter night just two short years ago. It was cold as hell and I just couldn't get a ride. After an hour freezing my ass off on the highway I see the light from someone's backdoor. No one's home, and besides, in this weather no one's going to come out to see me sleeping on their enclosed porch. I'm just getting comfortable--pulling my jacket around me as I huddle against the back door--when it swings open from my weight. I step inside, where it's warm, figuring when the owners come home I just quietly slip back out. The next thing I know, I'm in the bedroom. According to a watch on the nightstand, it's late. 11 o'clock. The front door slams. Fuck. I jump under the bed and try to convince myself I'm safe. I mean, no one ever looks under their bed, right? Then I hear a noise that turns my blood to ice: the jingling sound of a dog collar. "What's the matter, boy?" a man's voice calls out. "What is it? Where ya going?" The next sound I hear is a low, angry growl from a very large dog. The light turns on. "Whoever you are, come out slowly and keep your hands where I can see them. Move it asshole or I'm sending the dog in there to pull you out by your balls." As I slowly crawl from under the bed, I'm shaking all over and nearly pissing myself with fear. There in the doorway is a monster of a big black dog, snarling and growling with every tooth in his head gleaming in the light and thick ribbons of drool pouring from his lips. His front legs are straining from the effort of holding himself back, as if at any second he's going to lunge for my throat. Beside the dog is a mountain of a man, mid forties, with short salt and pepper hair and a handlebar mustache. And a uniform. A cop. "Well, well, Panzer," the cop laughs. "Looks like we've caught us a tender little chicken. How the fuck did you get in here, boy?" "Sir, I was cold and the door was open." "The fuck it was boy. Hands on your head. Turn and face the wall, asshole." I start to cry as the cop begins to frisk me. "Fuck, Panzer, have you ever heard such a crying little baby? How old are you boy?" "Eighteen," I lie, out of habit. "That' so? Too bad. Guess we'll have to try you as an adult then." "Oh, please sir, I just came in to get warm. Please don't arrest me." "Tough shit son. Now hold still." "Please sir. I didn't take anything." Just then his hand touches my ass, and I feel something strange. It's the watch. I must have stuck it in my back pocket when I dove under the bed. "What the fuck is this? You lying piece of shit. You fuckin' thief." The cop reaches around my waist, grabs my belt, and with one hand throws me to the ground. His pins my arms behind my back as he kneels across my body with his full weight. "You fucking thief. You know what we do to thieves in this town? "Please sir." I cry out. "Please. I didn't mean to." "I said, `Do you know what we do to fucking queer ass little thieves in this town?'" "No sir. Please stop sir." "We fuck them good." "Please no. Stop. Please let me up. Please don't." With the weight of his body bearing down on me, the cop makes short work of my clothes. He literally tears them from my body. The last bit of clothing to go are my briefs, and as soon as he's shredded and discarded them, the cop begins slapping and beating my bare ass. I yell and struggle, trying to get out from under him, but I'm pinned and that damn dog is guarding the door, snarling and barking like he can't wait to rip into me. The cop's fingers begin probing my hole. "Please sir. Don't do that. Please. No one has ever. Please stop." "You mean you've never had a cock up this sweet silky hole of yours boy?" "No sir. Please let me go. Please stop." "Oh, baby. A fuckin' virgin ass. This is too good to be true. Now we're gonna have us some real fun. Here Panzer. Mount." The next thing I know the dog is on my back. I can feel the softness of his fur against my sides, the heat from his body, and the moist scent of his rank dogbreath. The cop has one massive arm around my torso, just under my armpits, and is squeezing me so tight I can hardly breath. Worst of all, the dog is humping at my ass like a maniac. "Get him off. Get him off." "That's right boy. You're gonna get him off." "Please make him stop. This can't be happening." "Hold still boy. You're gonna love getting dog raped. Old Panzer here is the hardest stud in six counties. Hung like a bull and always leaves his bitches happy." Just then, Panzer rams his cock inside my virgin hole. "Oh fuck. What is that? What's happening?" "Panzer just took your cherry. That's what's happening boy. You just lost your cherry to my dog." "Get it out. It's killing me. Make him stop. Please." "Sorry son. That wouldn't be fair to poor old Panzer. You wouldn't want him to get a case of blue balls would you?" "Please, make him stop." "Don't worry bitch. It'll be over soon enough. If you want to really speed things up though, I'll tell you how." "Oh, please. Anything. Just make it stop." "Well, son. Here's what you do. Give a big old push out with those ass muscles. That should send Panzer right over the edge. Be over before you know it. Go on. Give a push." In my ignorance and desperation, I begin pushing out. That's when it happens. My hole is ripped apart by a giant dogknot, and we're tied. "Oh fuck. He's killing me." I scream. The cop lets go of me as I try to claw my way across the bedroom floor. "Poor stupid bitch. Panzer just made you his bride. Got you tied tighter than a drum. Fuck that's hot son." Now the dog's thrusts are shorter and faster and his front legs are gripping me in a sharp vise. My sobbing is wordless and desperate. I become too exhausted to fight, and stop struggling beneath the giant. I bury my tear-stained face in the floor as Panzer pounds and squirts his hot dirty dogcum up inside me. A few minutes pass and I realize the cop has left the room. When he returns, he's on the phone. "No. He's here right now." The cop winks at me. "Panzer's got him nailed to the floor. Yeah. He screamed and cried at first, like they all do. But now he's loving it. You should see this horny faggot taking that big ol' hunk of dog dick. His ass is up in the air and I swear he's grinding it. Hell yeah, this boy needed breeding. Hold on. I'll check." The cop reaches underneath me, fondling my cock and balls. "Yup. His little boy clit finally got hard again. And he's purring like a contented kitten. Oh, fuck. Hold on. The fucking faggot just shot off in my hand. That's disgusting. Here bitch, clean this off." I lick the cop's fingers, cleaning them of my spew. When I'm done, he wipes his hand through my hair. "Yeah, you're right. Now that Panzer's turned him out, this sloppy boypussy is gonna be craving dogcock 24/7. Fuck, it's gonna be hard to keep this faggot out of the neighbor's doghouses. Come on over if you want a piece. He'll probably have his legs spread all night." The cop puts the phone down and grabs a handful of my hair. He pulls me across the floor with Panzer still hung up inside. I am entranced by what I see in the full-length mirror. Above me, Panzer's big black head is held high and his nose is pointing toward the ceiling. His dog tags are glimmering in the light and jingling to the tune of his frantic fuckthrusts. His head is slightly turned, and I can see his eyes are half closed in an expression of pure exctacy. His nostrils are flaring and his flat red tongue is hanging out to one side. The foam coating his jowls expands and contracts in time with his heaving, and silvery streamers of saliva drip down onto my back. Without shame, I stare directly into my own eyes. I have never seen a look of such erotic bliss before. Behind my head I can see the smooth white globes of my ass, covered by the hairy haunches of my big stud and proudly upturned to receive his fuck. "Talk to my fucking dog you faggot. Tell him how much you love his dick." "I love the way you fuck me Panzer. Please don't stop. Don't ever stop." "Tell Panzer to rape that pussy. Tell Panzer to breed your hole." "Panzer, please rape me. Please fill me up with your doggy cum. Make me your bitch." The cop is now down on the ground in front of me, clicking away with his camera. "Look at me bitch. That's the way. Keep that pretty face up. Smile, you dirty dogwhore. Smile for daddy." My eyes roll back and a deep growl of pleasure rumbles up from my balls. The camera flash blinds me just as my cock begins jumping and squirting. "Nice shot, bitch. Gonna frame that one and put it on the mantle. Maybe keep one in my wallet for when folks ask to see my dog." Gradually Panzer's fucking slows and soon he is laying on top of me while his swollen dogknot subsides. When it finally slips free I hear a river of cum gurgling and draining from my gaping asslips. Breathlessly I utter the only thing I can think of: "More." "What's that faggot?" "More. Please, Sir. More." The doorbell rings. The cop smiles and slaps my ass. "This sure is your lucky day bitch."