The Julie Journals - Beast Extracts

I am taking the unusual step of writing this story with a before and after the event. I am doing this for no other reason than a rather unusual situation presented itself, and I wanted to capture my feelings before I made the decision.  

Background  

Anyone who has read the Julie Journals will know who Harvey is, but for those who don’t yet know, he is a seven-year- year old Rottweiler owned by a lovely couple called Simon and Kim. Harvey has fucked me a couple of times before, and I have to say he has the biggest damn cock on any dog I have ever had the pleasure to know intimately.  

Simon, I had a fling with many, many years ago before Kim. It was good sex, we remained friends, but it was nothing serious, and both of us knew it would never go further. I have known Kim longer than I have known Simon, and over the years, on various occasions, I have worked with her. I introduced her to Simon, and they soon became a couple and got married. My past with Simon has always stayed unspoken, or if he has told her, she has never let on. They used to live relatively close, and when they moved further away, we stayed in touch.  

I think at the juncture I should talk about my feelings for Kim. I have tried my hardest to seduce her without being too obvious. I have dropped hints, but every time she has made it clear that she doesn’t swing that way, more’s the pity. It is unspoken between us, but I am sure she knows that anytime she might want to try ‘batting for the other side’, I would be more than happy to help her experiment.  

The last time I saw them, or more importantly, Harvey, was November 5th, 2024, fireworks night. It was arranged at the last minute, and I spent a wonderful 24 hours being fucked senseless, keeping him distracted from the flashes and bangs. The reason I had to drive over on a ‘mercy’ dash was that Kristina, a neighbour, was unable to look after Harvey that night.  

I am pretty certain that Harvey was fucking Kristina based on the way she fussed over him when I handed him over on the 6th. Since then, my services haven't been required, much to my disappointment, although I have kept in contact with Kim and made the offer, without expressing the real reason, of course.  

*****

Before  

In recent conversations, Kim told me that Kristina has returned to her native Slovakia, but they have not had the need to have Harvey looked after (despite my offers).  A few weeks ago, she asked me if I was available to look after him for a few days at the start of May and a week at the end of May. I obviously wanted to do both dates, but personal circumstances have resulted in me having to decline the week at the end of May, as I will be away.    

I have agreed to look after Harvey from the 2nd of May until the 4th of May while Simon and Kim go on a romantic break to celebrate their wedding anniversary.  

So far so good.  

Kim has suggested that I go over on the 1st of May and she and I go out for a few drinks, then I can stay over as they need to leave early in the morning, but this is where my challenge begins.  

Their guest bedroom is downstairs, in a converted integral garage. If I go over and stay, it will mean I will be sleeping a few feet away from where Harvey sleeps in the utility room while Simon and Kim are upstairs. I have slept there before, and Harvey has fucked me there and, in his basket, but of course, this is when there has been just him and me in the house.  

I have visions of lying in bed and touching myself as I imagine what is going to happen after Simon and Kim leave. I am worried the desire to be fucked will be too great, and I will crawl from my bed to his basket to be mounted like a bitch. I am noisy during sex, even more so when it is dog sex. Will I wake Simon and Kim as Harvey pounds me with his huge cock?  

In my dreams, Kim catches me as I am knotted, and she watches me cum on his knot as she masturbates watching me. It is then that she admits that Harvey is fucking her as well, and we join together in a lesbian love tryst. Perhaps Simon joins and fucks us both, perhaps I lick the seed from her as she licks Harvey’s cream from me. So many variations in my mind.  

That is the dream, but the reality could be that she would scream in shock and horror, destroying my life and our friendship.  

What about Harvey if I were to resist? How would he react to his bitch refusing him? I know I would be excited, and he would be able to smell me. That would trigger in his brain that his bitch was ready to be bred, yet I would have to spurn him. Would that make him angry? He is a big, powerful dog. Would he push me over and rape me?  If he did, I might not object, but how would Simon and Kim react to their pet raping their friend?  

As an alternative, I could drive over early in the morning to be at their house for eight, but how would I explain this to both of them and to my husband? Why the sudden change of plans?  

*****

The Decision  

I woke up this morning 99% certain I would drive over on the Saturday morning. I was satisfied in my head that I would be able to resist, but unsure that Harvey would. I called Kim to let her know the girls’ night out would be off the cards but reassure her that I would still be over in time to let them go on their planned weekend break. I gave what I thought was a perfectly plausible rationale that it would be unfair on Simon to leave him at home while we went out, bearing in mind I was leaving my husband on his own. That was when things unravelled a little.

As I was explaining to Kim, my husband shouted, “Why don’t you go over this evening anyway?” 

Before I could counter that I heard Simon say, “She can come to dinner and have drinks in.” 

When trapped, the best course of action is to go along with it as if it were a great plan. So, it looks like I will need to keep my legs crossed this evening, and Harvey will need to keep his magnificent cock in its sheath ...God, I am drooling thinking about it. 

***** 

Friday 

I timed my drive over to Simon and Kim’s to arrive not long before dinner, which Simon was cooking. This meant that Kim and I were chatting in the front room while Harvey wandered between us and the kitchen, no doubt hoping for something from either room. He did stop a few times and look at me with his wonderful brown eyes that seemed to scream at me, “Are you my bitch?” I wanted to get down on all fours and have him mount me, but circumstances dictated that it wasn’t possible. For once, I was actually glad that I had worn jeans, as no doubt that hid my excitement.   

Then his demeanour seemed to change as he settled down to sleep, almost ignoring me, which set a slight panic going in my head, “Had he forgotten me?”  

As Kim and I chatted while Simon did his magic in the kitchen, he is quite a good cook, Kim mentioned something that I stored in the back of my mind for later analysis.  

“I was chatting with Lorna a few weeks ago, and we talked about going out for a drink the next time I am down that way. She mentioned that you two knew each other.”   

There is nothing remarkable about that statement in itself unless you know Lorna as I do. Lorna is what many would refer to as a soft butch lesbian. She takes great delight in seducing women, particularly married women and showing them the pleasures of female loving.  

“Yes, I know her quite well; she can be fun,” I said, keeping my tone non-committal.  

“So, I have heard,” Kim replied and smiled.  

I have known Kim for a long time, and she has always been straighter than straight despite my best efforts and hints. I was trying to work out whether I was reading the signs wrong or just annoyed that Lorna might get a crack at her before me. The conversation was interrupted by Simon producing a succulent belly of pork. At the same time, Harvey had suddenly woken up and was shooed out of the room to his basket.  

A little later, after a very nice dinner, while Simon was clearing away, Kim was a little drunk when she said, “Didn’t you live with a woman when you were younger?”  

I paused for a moment and wondered why she had brought it up. I did indeed live with a woman twice my age when I was 20 for a couple of years, but that was 30-odd years ago. The last time I remember telling Kim about it was when I was trying to get into her knickers ages ago.  

“Yes, she was called Mary,” I said, keeping my face serene, “We were lovers for two years.”  

“That must have been very different for you?” she replied, and I could detect a hint of interest in her eyes. Before I could pursue the subject further, she changed the subject when Simon returned, so it was clearly something she didn’t want to talk about in front of him.  

We then chatted about a variety of subjects, ranging from politics to holidays, before finally calling it a night. Kim showed me to their guest bedroom, which is a converted double garage and sits adjacent to the utility (washing room), where Harvey’s basket sits. The two doors are opposite, and with her hand on the door to the utility room, Kim said, “Once you are in bed, I will let him roam downstairs, don't worry, he is not allowed in the bedroom or upstairs.”  

Worry was the furthest thing from my mind as I would have welcomed him right at that moment. A vision from my last stay flashed into my head when Harvey fucked me in his basket room, making my pussy flip. Having to wait until tomorrow when they had gone was driving me mad.   

With the door shut, I quickly stripped and lay on the bed thinking of Harvey pacing around outside, wondering where his bitch was. Perhaps he wasn’t wondering at all and had forgotten all about me. A sudden panic hit me...I never checked, but was he still intact? Surely, they would have told me if he wasn’t. Can you do things like that to a dog that old? Why would they want to?  

With these torturous thoughts spinning through my brain, I fell asleep, wanting tomorrow to come quickly so I could put my mind at rest.  

*****  

It must have been two in the morning when I was woken by screams of pleasure echoing through the house. I guess Kim and Simon must have forgotten I was there as they were noisily making love upstairs. There were no distinct sounds, but by the noises Kim was making, she clearly hadn’t lost her love of cock. As I started to paint a mental picture of what was going on upstairs, I couldn’t help but touch myself.  I hadn’t brought any toys with me apart from a butt plug, which I would use later, so for the moment it was fingers only.   

I more felt than saw at first, as the room was dark, perhaps the change in temperature, but the bedroom door was open. The noise had stopped upstairs, so my head started wondering if it was perhaps Kim or Simon, which just heightened my excitement. Then I heard a snuffle, and I knew it was Harvey.  

He must have been standing in the doorway, too well-trained to enter, but was no doubt waiting for his bitch to respond. There was no way I was letting him down; the lust was raging through me, so grabbing a pillow from the bed I walked naked to where he was.  As soon as I stood in front of him, he pressed his nose between my legs, his long, rough tongue seeking my pussy. My legs opened instinctively, making me bite my lip to stop myself from moaning. I needed fucking in the way only dogs can fuck, and pushing him away, I got to all fours, my ass half in the doorway to the utility room.  

He rose majestically, and I could feel his mighty cock was already hard as he started to thrust. I went to reach beneath to guide him home when he found his target and, with a thrust of his hips, drove his cock deep into my soaking pussy. Had I not already buried my head in the pillow, I would have screamed with joy as I felt him grip my hips and start to fuck at speed. My muffled moans were silenced as he slammed in at speed, forcing his knot into my willing body.   

Earlier in the year, I had been with Rocky, a chocolate lab, and he fucked well, but nothing like a Rottweiler does. He drove into me like he was trying to force his cock out the top of my head, and I felt myself cumming over and over. Whether I was getting pleasure or not, it doesn't matter to a dog; all Harvey wanted to do was breed me. Once he wedged his knot inside, it swelled and started to pulse, making me cum even harder. I could feel spurt after spurt of hot seed jetting so deeply inside me.  

We remained like that for what seemed like an eternity, his knot making sporadic pulses, sending yet another jet deep inside me. Each throbbing spurt sent a sensation through me, making me bite the pillow for fear of crying out. When he finally decided he had filled me enough, he pulled out, making me wince in pain. I crawled to the room, and as I lay on the bed, I could hear him snuffling about, no doubt pleased with his night’s work. Staring into the darkness, I could feel the throbbing of my pussy, my only disappointment was that I had been unable to express my feelings at the top of my voice. As sleep overtook me, I knew that tomorrow I could truly be his bitch and tell him so.  

*****  

Saturday  

I had slept in a pair of panties, not because I wanted to, but because with the amount of cum Harvey pumped into me last night I didn’t want to dirty the sheets too early. I had pulled on an old sweatshirt and joggers before dragging my fingers through my hair and tying it in a loose ponytail.   

I waved Simon and Kim off from the doorway with Harvey sitting beside me, but as I closed the front door, Harvey growled at me. Dogs have very distinctive growls that mean different things depending on what is happening around them or what they want. This growl from Harvey was very clear to me; he wanted his bitch, and he wanted her now.  

I slipped my joggers and panties off in one movement, still in the hallway, and as I pulled my top off, he started to lick me. I was still tangled in the top as his licking became more insistent, and he started to nudge me with his head, indicating I should assume the position. My arms were still partially trapped as I got onto all fours and presented myself to him, naked ass pointing in the air, head pressed to the door. My words came unbidden, “Your bitch is here to be fucked.”  

At that moment, life felt perfect. Here I was, unable to move and trapped against the front door where he had pushed me. It wasn't the most comfortable position, but for me it was perfect. He rose and jabbed at my soaking cunt, and then, with a deep groan from me, he rammed his cock into me. This time there was no need to be quiet as there was just the two of us in the house.  

“Yes, fuck my slutty cunt, I am your dog slut,” I groaned loudly, pushing back to meet his frantic thrusts.  

My head was being banged against the front door as he drove in, determined to force his knot into me. When he succeeded, I let out a loud yell as I orgasmed on his cock and knot. My pussy clamped around it as he throbbed and pulsed, sending his seed deep into my cunt.  

After he pulled out, I could feel the cum churning around inside me, but I was determined to keep as much in me as I could. I didn’t bother dressing as I wanted to stay available to him whenever he wanted. As I wandered round while he refilled his balls, I checked my CSB (Counter Surveillance Bracelet), but Kim was good to her word when she had told me that she had switched off the doggy cam. The only other device registering was the ring doorbell, and I had no intention of being fucked on their front lawn, although it did sound fun.   

I made coffee and toast in the kitchen, but my thoughts were interrupted by a cold, wet nose poking in my ass.  

“Back for round two,” I laughed and then corrected myself as I remembered last night, “Round three, I mean.”  

I guess dogs don’t keep count, as he knew what he wanted and I was more than happy to oblige. He tried to mount me before I got to the floor, his cock already semi-hard and spewing precum everywhere. Finally, I pushed him away enough to drop to the kitchen floor, and as I pressed my breasts and head to the tiles, I breathed softly, “I am your bitch.” 

He found my soaking pussy on his second or third attempt, and gripping my hips, started to fuck me at breakneck speed, his hot cock driving in and out. I started cumming after the first couple of thrusts, which simply added to the lubrication that was already present. His knot hadn’t fully swollen, so he was able to drive it in and then out, making me yelp and writhe. Finally, he drove in and stopped, letting his knot swell quickly to seal us together before pumping me full of his seed. I could feel his soft fur on my back and his heart beating quickly as he claimed his bitch for the third time.  

After he had pulled out, I stood to finish my now lukewarm coffee and toast and could feel his load start to dribble out. Running my hand over my inner thighs and pussy I collected some of his cum and smeared it on my toast, which I ate with relish.  

I had decided that today he would fuck me as much as he could manage, with tomorrow being reserved for trying for a hat trick of all three holes. Watching him in his basket, I could see that he hadn’t fully retracted, and I shivered at the thought of him in my ass as he was bigger than I remembered. That was tomorrow; today was all about seeing who would stop first, him or me.  

He was half dozing in his basket, and I could feel my urges rising. I wondered whether the same technique I use with my husband sometimes would work with Harvey.   

Sitting down opposite him, I opened my knees wide while keeping the soles of my feet together. I drew a finger up through my folds, collecting some of his seed and started to tease my clit with the tip of my finger. I don’t think he took much notice of the sight, but my scent must have triggered his brain as he raised his head and looked in my direction.   

Dogs have beautiful eyes; they stare into your soul with purity in their gaze. As I looked at him, I drove two fingers deep inside and started to finger fuck myself in deep, slow movements. He uncoiled himself from his basket and moved to me, his nose twitching as he started to lick over my fingers and pussy lips.  Turning the soles of my feet so they were flat on the floor, I lifted myself slightly to allow him better access. As his licking became intense, I arched higher until my shoulder blades and my soles were the only two points my body was supported. Harvey stopped licking and almost stepped forward until he was standing over me, his cock quivering as it brushed against my pussy, his soft under fur tickling my breasts and belly.   

There are lots of things you can do when you are in your fifties, but gymnastics of this nature worked better when I was half my age. I knew that once he started thrusting, it would go wrong, so I decided that I would try missionary with him later, when I could support my back. I dropped and twisted in a movement that I would like to think denied my age, so I could assume the position that we were both more familiar with, on all fours as his bitch.  

I heard him growl softly, almost in approval and thrusting forward, he entered me in one long movement. I was so wet and full of his seed, I felt his knot hit my pussy lips on his first thrust. There was the briefest of pauses, that moment before a roller coaster car tips from the climb to the descent, then the world went mad. He seemed to fuck me with greater vigour than before, his breathing coming hard in pants as he levered himself into me. He was growling, like he was angry, perhaps my attempts at missionary while in the crab position he viewed as teasing him. I knew exactly how he would react when I took my next action, and I wasn’t disappointed.   

I made as if I was crawling away, which triggered him to stop his bitch from moving as he gripped my neck with his teeth. He didn’t pierce the skin, and I didn’t feel in any danger despite the power in his jaws. There is something so raw about being held like that; it reduces you to the most primary feelings, and I came hard, thrashing and moaning. Unlike the night before when I had to stay quiet, I am sure that I raised the dead with my yells of pleasure.  

After lunch and another fucking, this time at his instigation, I decided I wanted to try missionary again, this time in a more comfortable position. I knew that he wouldn’t go to the bedroom where I could lie on the bed, so I grabbed an old blanket from his basket and laid it on the couch. By lying on my back on the seat, I could support my back with my ass and legs free. Once in position, I called him, and after a few times of telling him loudly that I needed fucking, not that he understood, he padded into the room.  

With my knees wide apart, he had full access to my pussy, and he wasted no time before he buried his head between my thighs, employing his wonderful tongue. I was shrieking with delight as he delved inside, no doubt cleaning out some of what he had pumped in earlier. I could see his red cock was fully out of its sheath and swinging around.   

“Come on boy,” I moaned, holding my arms open in invitation and to my joy, he rose and placed a front leg on either side of me.  His belly fur always feels wonderful on my back, but on my belly and breasts, it felt amazing. Reaching between us, I grasped his cock, feeling the warmth in my hand and encouraged him to shuffle forward. Once he got the tip in, instinct took over, and he drove forward and started fucking me.  

His tongue was flying about as he sprayed me with spittle, but I didn’t care. I would have loved to have stared into his eyes in a moment of deep love, but he was focused elsewhere as he slammed in and out. I lifted my legs and wrapped them around him, but he didn't seem that keen as his thrusting stopped. Returning my feet to the ground, he resumed his frantic thrusting, and I had to content myself with stroking his flanks and murmuring words of encouragement.  I found that I could lift them and allow him to push me further up the couch, but not lock them around his back.  

One of the unsexy things that any dog owner will tell you is that their breath smells, and Harvey was no exception. I had to turn my head away as he slobbered down on me, and I tried again to pull him in with my legs to get him to knot. With it proving difficult, I decided to revert to the more traditional position and started to push him away to allow me to turn over. He wasn’t happy and started to thrust more aggressively until finally he drove his knot into me, which very quickly started to swell. I felt the familiar throbbing and pulsing as it sent jets of cum deep inside and at the same time triggered yet another orgasm inside me.  

It was nearly midnight, and I had lost count of how many times Harvey had fucked me during the day. I was exhausted, full and very happy when I went to bed, but had one last task to do before morning. Taking the butt plug from my bag, I greased it and slipped it into my ass, feeling it open me. I fell asleep with a full feeling in my ass, perhaps a little uncomfortable, but I knew that tomorrow I would need it.   

*****  

Sunday 

“Today is hat trick day,” I proudly announced to Harvey, who studiously ignored me as he ate his breakfast.  

I had agreed beforehand that I would take Harvey in each of my holes to prove that I was his total dog slut. Yesterday, it had seemed like a great idea as I was in orgasmic bliss, but today the thought of taking his cock in my ass made me shiver. I decided to measure him as best I could, and squatting down, I started to work his cock, which quickly emerged from its furry sheath. It started to drip watery pre cum, so bending my head, I licked as much as I could as he grew in size. He was at least 10 inches plus the knot, although he still wasn’t fully hard. I then tried to measure his knot, which was still small, but he started to get fidgety, clearly not happy.   

I made myself comfortable and started to suck him, working his cock that I could just get my hand around. His knot was bigger than a tennis ball and still growing as I moved my head faster. My mouth was filling with watery precum that I swallowed as quickly as I could. He was now standing stock still, letting me work on him with my mouth, and he seemed to be happy with my hand on his knot. I couldn't take him in fully without choking, but I did my best, making sure any cock that wasn’t being sucked was caressed by my free hand.  

I felt his knot throb in my hand, just like it does inside me, and I knew what was coming. The first blast was so strong I nearly coughed, but swallowed, ignoring the bitter taste. I knew what I wanted to do, so moving my mouth away, I worked him with my hand, letting spurt after spurt hit my face and breasts. It didn’t take long before I was dripping with his seed.  

“I am your slut,” I groaned as I let go of his cock and started to rub the seed into my flesh.  

He seemed happy enough and went to his water bowl to lap up water. Refreshed, he seemed eager to continue, so I lay on the tiled floor and opened my legs to him in wanton abandonment  

I was surprised how quickly he recovered, bearing in mind how many times I had drained his balls the day before, but I wasn’t complaining. I desperately wanted to fuck outside on the grass, but knew that with the proximity of the neighbours it spelt disaster. Instead, I had to content myself with opening the back door and looking out into the garden as he mounted and started to jab. I felt him hit the butt plug a couple of times, and laughing, I said, “You can have my ass later, for now, claim my cunt... again.”  

Then he found my wetness and drove in, burying his cock deep in me. It felt strange, him fucking me with the butt plug in, not unpleasant, just every so often it would jiggle inside. When he started to knot, there was a tightness caused by my ass being full, but he was determined, and before I knew it, the knot was in me and swelling. The pulsing felt different this time, I guess due to it being in a slightly different position due to the plug in my ass. It still felt good, and with my fingers on my clit I thrashed in yet another orgasm.  

It took him a little effort to pull out, but finally he was free and slurped his water happily. I knelt there for a minute, catching my breath and thinking about what I was about to do.   

I enjoy anal, have done for as long as I can remember, but with a dog it would be different, and with a dog as big as Harvey, very different. Firstly, dogs have no subtlety; once he was in, I knew he would start fucking regardless of my readiness or not. Harvey was a powerful dog, so I knew he would fuck me hard and without mercy, and if I am honest with myself, that is what I wanted. Despite my lust to be his slut I had no desire to end up in casualty trying to explain how a dog had ripped my rectum. I had wanted to use a desensitising fisting cream that many gay men use, but research indicated that this may cause irritation to a dog, so it was down to good old KY jelly and relaxing.  

While Harvey was eating, I went to the bathroom, eased the butt plug out and made sure I was clean by using the shower nozzle. I had brought a fresh rube of KY jelly and liberally smeared it over the butt plug before using it as an anal dildo until I was relaxed enough for it to pass in and out freely.  

“Well, I am as ready as I am ever going to be,” I laughed softly to myself and went to find Harvey.  

I called him into the front room where the blanket was still protecting the couch and knelt against it and called Harvey to me. He came in and started sniffing, licking at me as I patted my ass cheeks in encouragement. I felt him rise up and start to poke as I placed my hand over my pussy to stop him from entering. As his cock hit the back of my hand, I used my other hand to guide him towards my lubed ass. The tip found my opening, and with a growl, he moved his powerful hips and drove deep into my ass.  

I screamed. Half in pain, half in shock, but that didn't matter to Harvey; he had found a hole, and now he was going to use it. He drove in savagely, and I begged him to stop, then not to stop over and over. Harvey simply did what dogs do; he fucked the hole his cock was embedded in with a view to knotting and breeding. I knew that was what he wanted to do, and it didn't matter a fuck how I felt about it. I reached behind, my face pressed into the floor and pulled my cheeks apart to allow his knot to enter.  

The pain was immense as the knot slipped in, but as he swelled, I shifted my attention to my clit and pussy. With one hand rubbing my clit, I pushed two fingers deep into my cunt and could feel his knot pulse as he spurted cum into my bowels. Life became one continuous orgasm as my nether regions became the epicentre of all sensations. I almost passed out as he lay happily on my back, panting in my ear as he continued to empty his balls.  

It seemed like an aeon later when he finally disengaged, his knot still large enough to draw a yelp of pain when he pulled free. My ass was so open that when I tried to use the plug to stem the flow, it simply fell back out. I had to grab wads of kitchen roll to allow me to waddle to the bathroom and get cleaned up a little.  

*****  

That evening, when things had returned to almost normal, I could feel the throbbing in my ass as we sat and watched TV. We were on the floor, leaning against the couch, with him half asleep and lying over me like a big warm living blanket. I wasn't really thinking as my hand found his cock and I casually teased it from its hairy sheath. As he grew, I could feel it dripping over my hand, and as much as I wanted to suck him, it proved physically impossible. As I started to wriggle to get access orally to his cock he growled that growl that made my pussy flood. Like a gymnast seeking a gold medal, I twisted quickly from under him and got to all fours. He was up and behind me, nudging me with his nose as I made to crawl away. As he rose to mount, I knew in my heart I would take him in whatever hole he chose, but I uttered a small prayer it wouldn't be my ass. In one smooth, continuous thrust, he entered me, burying himself fully in.  

“0h fuck yes,” I moaned loudly, ”Your cock feels so good in my cunt...now use your bitch.”  

His paws gripped my hips, and he powered in, fucking me with fast, deep strokes. I exploded in pleasure, flooding onto his cock. His knot drove in then out, sending me wild as it got larger until finally it went in and stayed in. I could feel it pumping seed into me, sending waves of pleasure through me, and I wanted that moment to last forever. 

Monday 

I woke feeling battered and bruised both inside and outside, but at the same time very content. A moment of sadness swept over me as I realised that in the not-too-distant future, I would be parted from my perfect lover. I looked at the clock and saw it was a little after six, and the sunlight was already streaming through the gaps in the curtain. I heard a slight noise and saw Harvey standing patiently in the doorway waiting for his bitch to attend to his needs.   

Walking past him, I opened the back door to allow him to relieve himself while I padded naked to the kitchen to fix his breakfast.  Having put his food and water into his bowls, I knelt on all fours next to them so he could eat, drink, and fuck in whatever order he wanted. Being a dog, I guess food and water were more important, so I waited patiently while he replenished his energy, chomping and lapping noisily.  With both bowls empty, he decided that his balls needed emptying as he started to sniff at my backside before taking long licks. His tongue curled up and under, making me squeal and moan, so I opened my knees to give him greater access.  

I could feel my first orgasm building as he lapped, then he stopped for a moment, and I knew what was coming. Although he is a heavy dog, his weight on my back felt perfect and natural as he started to dance on his hind legs. He couldn’t find his target at first, and I could hear him growling as he became annoyed, his cock sliding over my ass cheeks. I didn’t want a repeat of yesterday’s ass fucking as I was only just recovering, I  would do it again, but not just before I drove home... I wanted him in my cunt.  

Reaching between my legs, I searched for him with my fingertips, and once I found his dripping tool, I guided it to my opening. As soon as the tip entered, he thrust forward hard, burying his cock deep into me.   

“OH FUCK YESsssss,” I shouted as he levered himself deeper until his knot was touching my pussy lips already.  

I could feel his paws gripping my hips as he pulled me back, as he thrust wildly, and I screamed as an orgasm burst. He didn’t care; he just kept fucking me. His only goal was to force his knot inside me so he could breed me as he had done so many times in the last 48 hours. This was perfection for me, and the only thing that could have made it better would have been to feel his teeth on my neck, but that wasn’t possible to engineer.  

“I am your bitch,” I groaned in ecstasy as his knot slammed into me, swelling instantly to lock us together. Once he was satisfied we were sealed, he started to throb and pulse, sending jets of cum deep into my womb. I came over and over as he lay across my back, panting in my ear as he happily bred his bitch.   

***** 

It was a few hours later, as I was shifting the bedding I had bundled into the washer earlier, into the dryer, my phone buzzed.  Glancing at the text, I saw it was from Kim telling me that they had landed and were waiting for their car. I knew they were at least 40 minutes away, maybe longer. I had showered and washed the dog cum from my body and hair, as well as giving myself a douche with the shower hose. I had dressed in jeans and even worn panties with a sanitary pad to catch any surplus seed, of which there was still a fair amount.  

I knew that I should resist, but I just couldn’t; I needed that cock as much now as I did on Friday night. Undoing the belt of my jeans, I pushed them and my knickers down past my knees and knelt, patted my ass. “Your bitch needs filling again.”  

Dogs don’t really understand words, but they do understand tone and smell. Harvey stuck his nose into my ass and started to lap at me with his tongue, making me shriek with pleasure.   

“Come on boy,” I groaned, “Use my cunt before I go.”  

Harvey was on my back and, within a few thrusts, had found his mark, and I felt his cock slide home. He had his paws on my back as his hips moved at speed, driving his cock in and out. I dropped my shoulders so his paws slipped forward and pressed on my shoulder blades without his pace dropping.   

“Fuck yes,” I screamed as I started to cum on his cock.  

I felt him drive his knot into me before starting to swell quickly, locking us together. Perhaps because my thighs were closer together, or maybe it was my imagination, but his knot felt bigger and his cock longer. As he throbbed and pulsed, I kept mumbling my thanks over and over.   

When he had emptied his balls for the umpteenth time that weekend, he pulled out, and I had to clamp my hand over my pussy quickly to stop it from flooding out. With my jeans around my ankles, I waddled to the bathroom to sit on the toilet. Once seated, I flexed inside, making sure I had plenty in my hand before holding it to my lips and licking it like it was ambrosia from the gods.  

Harvey was safely in his basket when Kim and Simon pulled up. I had checked myself a couple of times to make sure I was respectable and greeted them at the door.  

Both of them thanked me profusely for looking after Harvey, and I could feel Harvey's cum trickling out of my cunt from his fucking less than an hour ago. He sat there with a look on his face, a smug look that seemed to say, “I have had that bitch.”  

A thought popped into my head, “Which bitch is he thinking about?” and as I hugged Kim goodbye, I had to wonder to myself, not for the first time, “Was Harvey fucking her?” She had never given any indication that she had or thought about it, but it was fun to imagine.  

“I will let you know about that girl’s weekend,” she said quietly, which threw me a bit, as I had almost forgotten about it with what had gone on all weekend. “It would be really great to have a proper catch-up, just the two of us and Nicola’s leaving do seems the perfect opportunity.”  

Nicola was someone we had both worked with, and I didn’t normally go to those sorts of things, but with the hints and the possibilities, I thought it might be fun.  

“When is it?”  

“End of August, I will text you the exact dates. I was thinking of making a whole weekend of it. I know a very nice spa not far that Lorna recommended.”  

“What about the menfolk?” I said, looking at Simon, who was getting Harvey’s lead ready to walk him after I had left.  

“We don’t need them, do we?” Kim said with a broad smile.  

As I drove home, I reflected on the weekend and wondered when the next time might be, as I also wondered about this catch-up Kim mentioned, seemed like there were some interesting times ahead.  

*****