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CRAVING – A SLUT DEEPTI STORY 5

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CRAVING – A SLUT DEEPTI STORY 5
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CHAPTER FIVE:

All the thrilling experiences and emotional chills of doing them in the Park paled in comparison to the last experience. And, it had little to do with Balaji or Sheru. But, knowing that the man, the owner of the dogs, was there, watching and aware sent my reactions over the top. It wasn’t just that I thought he might be around somewhere; or, that someone might be suspicious by my move up the slop; or, someone might hear something unusual. No, it was all of them … in spades. When I got the text warning me about the man on the path who heard my cry, it scared me to my core. But, as strange as it might sound, it also excited me. That the man, the owner, was on the slope above waiting and watching, fully aware and encouraging of me being mounted by his dog, was beyond anything else. The fucking was wonderful. The emotional reaction to the setting took my orgasmic reaction to another level.

After that experience, the texting messages became more personal. He was emboldened by my expressions of gratitude and my responses to the emboldened comments became effusive. He asked me how it felt during the fucking by the dogs; what the knot felt like; how much cum they shot into me. Initially, it was a combination of intrusive and humiliating, but I couldn’t stop myself from responding back to him with answers that soon became detailed and expressed the excitement I had felt.

As I shared in some detail about the feeling of the knot stretching my cunt to enter or exit, about the stream of dog-cum draining from my cunt after, about the feeling of the dog’s fur on my bare lower back, he started asking personal questions, not about the act but about my sexual experience. I quickly discerned that he assumed my sexual experience must have been extensive that I was venturing into using strange dogs. When I confessed that I had been mostly naïve and only accidentally fell into canine activity, he became more intrigued and honed his questions deeper into my life. Since we were using texting, this process was time-consuming with abbreviated expressions for description.

The weird thing was, after a couple of days of intimate sharing, I felt somehow connected to him and my responses to him began reflecting that feeling.

‘Are you naked?’

‘No.’

‘Do you have a dildo or vibrator?’

‘Yes.’

‘Before you type another word, strip naked and sit on the dildo.’

Without even thinking, I stood up, stripped completely and inserted the dildo into my already wet cunt after turning it onto a medium setting. When I indicated I had done what he asked, he responded back immediately instructing me to masturbate with it until I orgasmed, then tell him about it. I dropped the phone and did exactly as he requested without any debate or hesitation. How did his commanding confidence and my willing acceptance develop so quickly and naturally?

After cumming, I lay on the bed with the dildo softly buzzing in my cunt, allowing my orgasmic response to ebb slowly from my body. I described to him in detail how it made me feel and how I had used the toy. I told him about taking it out on occasion to press the vibrating head against my engorged clit. I told him how I squeezed, pinched, and twisted my nipples while driving the dildo in and out of my sloppy cunt-hole. I told him how my legs shivered as I arched my hips into the air at the moment my orgasm crashed over me, how the electrical tingling coursed from my cunt to my clit, up my stomach to my tits and nipples.

His response indicated how pleased he was with my compliance and my description. He then told me to be in the Park, the same place, at 11:00 AM the next day. I noted, with elation and excitement, he didn’t ask me this time. He told me. I couldn’t believe how excited that made me feel. I wasn’t seeking, gambling, hoping any longer. Now, someone was assisting, arranging, conspiring, taking charge. Even by text, it was a powerful influence over me.

I was on the path below the location early. To say I was excited with the anticipation would be a huge understatement. He ramped up my anticipation with a text sequence prior to my leaving the apartment.

‘Are you skilled at sucking cock?’

I gulped at the question. Whose cock would I suck? But, I wasn’t. I had never touched a cock with my tongue or lips, much less my mouth. I told him so.

‘Then, it is time for you to try it. I think you are the kind of woman who will love having a cock in her mouth to suck.’

My god! Where is he taking me? What does he have in mind for me? His messages are as if he believes he has control over me and he knows where he wants to take me and what he wants me to do and be for him. My cunt was drooling at the prospect, the brash assumption, the directness of his approach.

I made my way up the slope to my ‘secret’ location. As I drew nearer to it, I looked up the slope to the place I had seen the man appear last time with his dog. At first, I was disappointed. I didn’t see him or a dog. My god! The reality of the reaction hit me. I was disappointed that a dog wasn’t coming over the ridge to fuck me?!? But, yes, that was how I felt. Disappointed. Then, I heard a bark and I watched intently. What I saw was a much smaller dog bounding over and through the wild grass and zigging and zagging around small bushes. Then, I saw him, the man, the owner, as he appeared behind the dog. He even waved to me this time.

I was curious watching the dog bounding to me. How is it all the dogs seem to know they are intended for me? I shake the thought and refocus on the dog. I now see it is a Fox Terrier, about 15 inches tall compared to the 24 or 25 inches tall German Shepherd. I wondered why he chose such a small dog this time, then remembered his instruction for me to suck cock. Maybe that was the reason. He was providing a smaller cock since it was my first time. I wasn’t sure how I felt about this man who seemed to manipulate and orchestrate my sexual interaction. No … I knew how I felt. I felt aroused to the point of possibly soaking my jeans in the crotch!

I felt his phone buzz in the back pocket of my jeans. I look up at the man. He has his hand raised and I am guessing the phone in his hand. I opened the phone and checked the text.

‘Don’t forget to suck. I thought a smaller dog might be better for you the first time.’

I smiled up at him, whether he could see it or not. Not only is he taking me into new experiences with commanding confidence, he’s thoughtful.

I checked around the area, finding nobody watching or near, and stepped into the enclosed space protected by bushes and small trees. The dog followed me and sat at my feet, his tail wagging furiously as he looked up at me. I dropped to my knees and smothered him in hugs and pets. His tail wagged even faster and his tongue began to seek bare skin on my face and arms to lick. I giggled. His licks are a reminder of how I am to use my lips and mouth. I shivered. I never felt my husband’s cock in my mouth and a dog’s cock will be the first.

Although I saw the man with the dog, I find myself checking the collar. It is very similar to the ones worn by Sheru and Balaji. This one has a tag reading, ‘Jhony’. I put my mouth close to his head and whisper, “Jhony, I am very happy to meet you. I hope you don’t think badly of me, but I am going to do something for you, I have never done. Keep that in mind, will you? I’ve never done it before so I might not do it very well.” His tongue swiped my face over my lips and nose. I giggled. “Then you can fuck, okay?” I didn’t expect a response, but he licked me, again. I took that as an understanding being established. A girl needs all the understanding she can get sometimes.

I debated. The decision came to me quickly. I sat back and removed my shoes, jeans, and panties. I wanted to be ready for him. I patted the ground and managed to get him to lay on his side. I pushed him partially on his back and stroked his belly. He raised his head and looked at me, then my hand as it moved closer to his sheath. Then he put his head back down. I wondered if these dogs had ever experienced a human female before. Or, maybe they are just that well trained.

As my fingers grazed along the sides of his sheath, the reddish tip came out. I smiled. It was already obvious how much smaller this cock was going to be. It might even be smaller than Prakash’s cock. I had to suppress a laugh. It now seemed hard to believe a cock smaller than his. That might have been nasty, but both other dogs had cocks that seemed very large in comparison.

I bent over, putting the side of my face into Jhony’s belly fur, the tip of his cock peeking out from the sheath. I poked my tongue out touching the tip. I pulled my tongue back when I felt some liquid on the tip. It didn’t taste bad. It was something coming from the dog’s cock, a lubrication perhaps. I giggled. Something more to investigate through the internet. Or … maybe the man would know. What kind of discussion would that be? Asking a man I didn’t know about the fine points of a dog’s cock I had been sucking. I suppressed another laugh.

I licked the tip several times, then took the pointy tip between my lips. I’ve never done anything like this. I could feel more of the cock become exposed as I slid my lips down the cock from the tip. I had a cock in my mouth! What was I becoming? First, letting a dog lick me; then, letting dogs fuck me; now, taking dog cock into my mouth. I slipped a hand between my legs. I was shocked at how wet I was. It was leaking out of my cunt. It was then that I realized I was mouthing this little cock and my ass, my naked ass, was sticking up in the air.

I started sucking, not just mouthing, the cock. The more I sucked, the more of that liquid came from the tip into my mouth. Soon I had enough to swallow. I sucked harder. I wanted more. I slid my mouth down the length of the exposed cock until I felt the fur of the sheath on my lips. There was about four inches of cock in my mouth. I giggled, again. I had four inches of cock in my mouth and I was going to fuck it, too.

As soon as the thought passed through my mind, I knew I had to do it. I sat back on my heels, petting the dog. He raised his head to appraise me, sensing something different was about to happen. I turned on my knees and dropped to my hands and started patting my ass to encourage him to mount. By this point, I was assuming all the man’s dogs were familiar with fucking if only with dog-bitches. Maybe I was their only human-bitch. I needed to know. I would ask him. A funny feeling passed through me and I understood it immediately. I wanted to be their ONLY human-bitch.

The dog stood and came to my ass, and like the other two dogs before him, his snout went first to my ass. His tongue lapped at my ass. I spread my knees further opening a wider space between my thighs and I was rewarded with his tongue sliding over my exposed cunt from my clit to my asshole. His tongue seemed to hit my clit more regularly than I remembered of the others in this position and it may have had to do with his shorter height and better angle, at least better from my perspective.

I patted my ass to get him mount me. He jumped up, his rear legs churning to gain my back and I realized my ass was too high for him. I squatted down a little and he got on top of me, his hips thrusting at me, probing with his cock for my cunt-hole. It slid inside before my hand got back to assist him and I gasped. Even much thinner than the other dogs, it was still a good cock to me. In fact, it wasn’t much different than I remembered of Prakash’s cock back when he did come to me. Even a small cock from a dog took my breath away. Its urgency and energy immediately applied by the dog as it enters and gains hold, driving deep in the first few thrusts.

This time, though, the cock, which was beginning to give me surprising pleasure pulled out. Like Sheru the first time, he walked around me frustrated. I lowered my ass further to the ground and encouraged him with both pets and verbal cooing. He came to my ass, again, taking my back quicker and easier with my ass lower and thrust at my body. I slipped my hand between my legs to assist him but got the surprise of my life before I found his cock with my hand. His cock, coated with my cunt juice, hit my asshole on one thrust and entered on the second. I cried out, never having ever been penetrated there before. The first thrust teased my puckered hole with the tip parting my sphincter, the second followed immediately by forcing it to open wider so the end of the cock was just inside. I gasped and gulped my breaths at the sensation of being penetrated there, wanting my body to accept or reject the intrusion. My body didn’t have much to say about it, though. The dog, being a dog, followed the initial partial penetration with an additional quick stutter of the thrust, driving the embedded cock deep into my anal passage.

I cried out, again. Now, it was more than just the tip inside me. Now, some of the fatter part of the cock had spread the sphincter wider, opening my passage for complete penetration. But, it hurt. That part of my body wasn’t used to the penetration and stretching. I wanted my body to have time to adjust, but I felt the dog pull back slightly for another thrust as he also adjusted his grip around my waist, holding me tighter and aligning himself to go into full fuck mode. I reach back in the hopes of holding him steady for just a few minutes, but my reaction was too slow. He thrust back into me and followed it with a stream of rapid-fire humping. It didn’t seem to bother him that he was in the wrong hole.

I dropped my head and chest to the ground, resting my forehead on my folded forearms, my ass sticking up in the air with the Terrier perched precariously, his rear feet barely having enough traction to maintain his powerful fucking. God, even a small dog fucks like a maniac!

He was now in full mode of dog fucking. After my limited and very recent experience, I already knew what that was. It was a ride that had to be experienced and not explained and each time I had experienced it I was thrilled by it. He pulled and thrust his cock out and into my ass as if he were fucking my cunt. After the initial discomfort that followed the initial sharp pain, I loved what I was experiencing. In my mind, it flashed before me that I now had two holes for fucking. Then, a smile took over my face as I braced myself for the continuing onslaught. No, not two holes. I had now sucked my first cock, too. I now had three holes for cock.

Nothing outside of the dog and the new sensations emanating from my anal passage was reaching my conscious mind. The only thing in the world at the moment was the dog’s cock in my ass. So, I was very aware when I felt the bump of something outside my asshole, something larger pressing to enter. The knot. Could my ass also take a knot? I wouldn’t have thought it could take a cock, but here I am actually enjoying it.

The knot pressed at my opening and for a moment my mind wasn’t sure what it wanted to do about that, as if it had a lot to say about it at such a moment of extreme excitement and stimulation. While the mind was carrying on a confused debate with itself, the body was already in action. It pressed back against the pressure being applied to it, the sphincter slowly but steadily spreading with the constant and insistent pressure. The knot was probably small compared to the other two dogs, but it might have been the width of their larger cocks so when it stretched me to the point of almost entering, I felt like I would be torn and I couldn’t think of a worse place to be torn. The instant reaction was flinching away from it, but it was too late and the dog was too determined. He had his legs wrapped around me and his strength and determination to mate surprised me. He pulled me back to him as he pressed himself to me and the knot plunged into my passage. I cried out, again.

It wasn’t until later that it would even occur to me how much noise I had been making. At the time, I was lost in my own little bubble of existence and that bubble only contained Jhony and me deep in the bond of mating.

I felt his cock and knot grow in every way inside me. The fit was so tight I could feel everything as his abbreviated stroke continued, his pre-cum leaked, and his cock grew in anticipation of pending climax. I could feel he was close to cumming and I desperately wanted to share it with him. The sensation of anal fucking was different with less direct stimulation to the base erogenous zones. I slipped a hand underneath, my fingers going to my clit and cunt. The fingers alternated between strumming the clit and plunging into my cunt. The fingers actually pressed up and felt the cock and knot in my ass through the thin membrane dividing the chambers.

When I felt his cock jerk and spasm against the walls, I joined him. My orgasm was convulsing and I was sure part of it was the baseness of the experience. I was not only fucked by a dog; I was fucked by a dog in my ass. It felt so wicked, so base, so slutty, so dirty. I felt completely owned, used, and dominated by this dog, the smallest of my brief experience.

We were securely tied. Once my orgasm ebbed, my mind returned to take charge and immediately, quietly, internally, swore a terrible blue-streak at my body for getting us into this mess. I was completely defenseless and vulnerable. The dog had turned so we were ass-to-ass and frequently pulled to free itself, but we were very securely joined. When many minutes passed and nothing had changed, I began to become concerned. I had been shocked at the initial intrusion, then by the knot entering me and what that took. But, when it happened, my body was in the throes of being overwhelmed with physical and mental stimulation. Now, I was aware … and tense. And, the tension wasn’t helping to release the knot.

I had no idea how long the knot might bind us together. This was a smaller dog, but the knot was in my ass, which was so much tighter and constricting. As the dog pulled on the tie, I could feel the sphincter securely closed in front of the ball inside me. I reached behind to stroke the dog to attempt to calm him. As he fought to disengage, I could feel his cock slide inside me and I assumed his efforts were just exciting him further.

My attempts to relax my own body, though, failed completely and abruptly when outside my little enclosure of brush, I heard the low voices of people too close to be on the pathway below. I held my breath to listen more intently as if that would help. The dog behind must have heard the sounds, too, because he suddenly became more agitated, pulling with more intent, his paws fighting the ground to pull us apart. This time when I reached back to him, my efforts to calm him had desperation behind it. I could hear the voices coming closer and I felt the dog moving one direction, then the other nervously.

I became terrified. The exposure of being outside was part of the thrill, heightening all the other feelings. This was too close, though. This was too much like feeling the inevitability of being caught at what I was doing. This was too much like seeing the end of my secure life as I knew it. I desperately stroked and soothed the dog. He calmed some with my attention, standing with this rear end against mine as I went to just my knees, straightening my body to caress his body.

Suddenly, the people outside disappeared, but not really. They had stopped. And, they weren’t far from where I was. I heard one distinctly tell the others he thought he heard something, something like a dog whimpering. I stroked the dog reassuringly. Soon, the people resumed their walking and their voices became very close. They couldn’t have been more than 20 feet away from where I was knotted to the dog. Then it became quieter, but I could still hear the voices fade away. They seemed to have turned their direction to the ridge above where I was. Then, it was quiet around me, again.

I collapsed the ground still tied to the dog. My heart was racing so hard it was like I had just completed a series of wind sprints. My fear brought on from danger was broken and my focus moved to collecting myself, my blood pressure, my breathing …

In the relaxing mode I put myself in, I must have been able to relax more than I imagined as the dog pulled mightily and the knot stretched my ass and popped out. I then allowed my entire body to collapse to the ground. I was lying in the wild grass and dirt, my tee shirt pushed up against my tits, more than half of my body nakedly pressed in dirt, grass, twigs, and leaves.

My heart burst into a race, again, when the dog seemed to explode through the brush next to me. I could hear him bark as he ran. The barks were the sort that sounded like a greeting. Then, I heard the whistle of its owner. And, the sounds faded away.

* * CHAPTER SIX will follow * * Thanks for reading.

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