Delilah's Dog Days

Delilah's voice echoed off the shower walls as she sank herself all the way to the knot on the rubber doggy cock. She whimpered in pain as it squeezed against the plug in her anus and the furred tail slipped from her fingers as she had to use both hands to keep herself somewhat upright. Her elbows bent and her head lowered as she ground her labia against the knot of the toy, moaning softly as she knew it wasn't going to go inside... not with this plug in her ass! No way, no how.

But still, her desires demanded satiation.

Delilah began to hump herself against the suction cup-mounted phallus, trying to get that knot to batter its way into her pussy but truly having so little success. A few times, the plug in her anus almost slipped out and she had to shoot a hand back to keep it pressed in. Even if it might have let the dildo slide in further... she just couldn't let the tail plug go. Not... not yet!

"Hnng! Come on... you're... the best... such a sexy... bitch." She grunted between lustful thrusts, trying to work herself up to her orgasmic peak again... but it was still for nothing. Her knees hurt, her ass hurt, even her pussy hurt from trying to stretch around that sudden bulbous knot. Grunting, she shifted forward and wiggled her ass one more time, turning around and trying to look at the rubber cock to steel herself but just caught Whiskey's eye again, seeing him still staring, still hard.

And Delilah had the thought.

She cautiously slid forward, her heart thudding from the desperate humping and heightened arousal and crawled into the corner of the shower. The only thing that truly separated her from the full-grown, similar weight, equally in-heat dog was the glass wall of the shower, splattered with her own pussy juices from her desperate need to rut.

And there, in her view, was a living rutting machine.

"Dee... no... that's the worst idea you've had all weekend... you can't." She said out loud, chiding herself even as her hand slid up and gripped her C-cup breast, kneading it slowly as the rubber cock on the glass wall quickly lost its luster, its appeal, its allure... not when there was a real cock in the room.

"But... you said this summer... was your last hurrah. And... nobody would ever know." She whispered, as if it were a devil speaking through her own lips. She slipped her hand up from her breast as the other dipped down to cover her pussy, rubbing both of her sets of lips slowly as she tried to rationalize against this. "He'd... never even know to fuck you. He's just a dumb dog. He won't know..." She said, talking herself down and beginning to resign herself to the rubber dildo when a devious thought entered her mind.

So... let him try. See what happens.

Delilah felt her face flush as she imagined the frantic rutting she'd seen Whiskey perform on cushions. She briefly recalled him stealing her panties. Of all things, her panties, the thing that most carried her scent... and now he was staring at her, unblinking, unmoving, cock already hard.

Swallowing anxiously, Delilah found herself bringing herself back to her hands and knees, clambering to the glass door of the shower and pushing it open. The hinge caught and held itself open as she leaned forward, breasts hanging beneath her crawling torso and she looked at Whiskey, knowing she'd never get to take this decision back.

"Whiskey. Here, boy."

Delilah didn't even have a moment before Whiskey trotted right up to her, his nose low and tail up as he began sniffing at her. Clearly, he was smelling something and she suspected it might be all the smells of her pussy coating the glass wall, shower floor, and her inner thighs.

She frantically turned around and tried to crawl back into the stall just to feel his hot breath against her ass, his nose nudging her fake tail out of the way as he tracked down the evidently interesting scent with his big wet nose.

"Yeek! W-Whis! That's cold!" She squeaked as his nose nudged against her hot and damp pussy. She crawled away quickly, unable to really get her feet under her as she tried to get herself back into the center of the shower, somewhere that wouldn't make a mess and the signs of what she was doing here would hopefully be easy to wash away. But even as she crawled, Whiskey chased.

"There's... there's no way you... know, you can't be..." she stammers as the dog prods at her pussy and lets his tongue stretch out to lap at her damp folds. She flinches at the wetness and quivers as his warm appendage begins to lick and coat her cunt in his saliva. She feels her blood curdle at the mere sensation, knowing how depraved this was but now... utterly unable to even voice it as she felt her voice get stolen away by a gentle bite from the German Shepherd. She yelped as his teeth nibbled at her labia and she reached back to bat his snout away which only earned a low, threatening growl from him.

Delilah flinched at his gesture. He'd never growled, not even at her, a stranger in his home! He was a friendly, if ill-behaved, dog. But now that she was trying to push him away, even for a moment, to stop him from biting her... he growled. And it made Delilah's heart race. She scooted a bit further into the shower, her hands wedging into the corner of the floor and wall as Whiskey kept prowling in after her, his eyes locked on her body as she looked at him over her shoulder.

And, in a move that Delilah could not believe she was making, she reached behind her and lifted her tail out of his way.

The canine watched her intently, clearly unhappy about being pushed away but the moment her vagina was fully visible, the German Shepherd seemed to know what this "bitch" was asking for. Even if she didn't want to admit it.

Delilah is left to watch as Whiskey steps up closer, his hind paws shifting forward and his back right leg even stepping on her calf carelessly, partly pinning her down, partly hurting her as his nails dug into her tender skin and he hopped up. His forepaws landed on the small of her back and she felt a brush of something fleshy and damp against her thigh. She squeaked and bit her lip, unable to believe she was letting this happen. Delilah's senses were heightened to the max as she stared forward. Her neck felt stiff as she locked herself in place, or rather Whiskey locked her in place. The canine's forepaws grabbed onto her waist and were shockingly strong as she felt him start to hump and search for her hole with his loins. She was too startled to even move, unable to help as she felt him aimlessly hump and bump against her bottom. His furred belly brushed and rubbed against her ass, nudging the plug in her ass and jostling it around in her rectum, just making her grunt into her bitten lip as her arousal built further. She could feel little drops of canine precum dripping onto her bare legs, drizzling down her skin and staining her in ways no ink ever could. She would never live this down. Never forget. This could stop. She could stop him now. She had to.

The canine stole away her chance to stop him as, finally, Whiskey's aim was true and his eager cock found its mark and speared into her cunt.

"NNYYOooooo!" Delilah cried as her pussy was suddenly invaded by the canine's rigid member, pulsing and twitching inside her velvety folds. The ache from all her earlier efforts compounded and it stung as his prick entered her. She could feel his heartbeat both through his dick and against her back as the canine dug its claws into her further, scratching up her hips, calves, and the small of her back before a sudden lurch sent his cock in further. She shrieked again, a feral, guttural noise as inches of canine member entered her without warning.

Her mind briefly recalled that cushion from before. The rapid, careless, wanton thrusting of the dog. She wasn't in for a gentle fuck. She wasn't going to get away from this easy. She was... very likely doomed.

Delilah's worries were quickly snuffed out as her thoughts were dragged back to here and now. Whiskey seemed to finally realize he had indeed mounted her properly and was beginning to pump and thrust. Delilah grunted and whined, her noises coming out very much like a real dog as her mind went fuzzy from the immediate, rapid, aggressive thrusting of the big German Shepherd.

"Ffu... mnf... no... no! Pl... guh... y-yip!" Delilah's voice was shaky, shuddering with each thrust as the canine's hips thrusted fast, rutting into her like an animal. It hurt, mostly because of the plug still in her ass and all her attempts to pleasure herself on a fake cock. She grunted as she felt his paws dig in harder, lift up and press down on her back, drool drip on her skin... anything he could do to find purchase on her body to fuck her like a beast.

Fucking me... like the bitch I am.

Delilah cried out in stunned shock at the thought as it raced through her mind faster than the dog finding its rhythm in her pussy. She tried to twist and turn, attempting to push Whiskey off just to find him locked onto her body, digging in and thrusting quick. The sounds of his furred body thumping into hers filled the shower stall as Delilah's voice rang out in peals of pain and, to her utter humiliation, pleasure.

This wasn't the gentle sex of a first-time boyfriend easing his girlfriend into sex. This wasn't the crude, reckless thrusting of a virgin and an experienced track star. This wasn't even a studly football player showing "his girl" what he could do. This was feral sex. Delilah's mind was buzzing at the intensity of it as Whiskey pounded her cunt with absolute ferocity, like it was his last day on earth, like his species depended on it, like he could actually get her pregnant! Delilah's only consolation as she felt him sink in deep and rut hard was that she wasn't going to get knocked up.

She tipped forward, barely able to stop herself from crashing her face into the tile as Whiskey's cock slid in deep and stayed there, bucking only a few centimeters before a sudden hot gush filled her. Delilah's eyes widened fast as she felt his canine cum spurt into her. Shots of liquid, hot spunk swirling inside her and leaking right back out around his member. She gasped and panted as she felt it seep deep inside and leak right back out as his thrusts gave his cum an avenue of escape, drizzling to the shower floor in a shameful display of her debauchery.

Delilah tiredly reached a hand back and pushed with what strength she could muster, exhausted in a way she'd never felt but... tingling. Vibrating. Every nerve was on fire as she had never felt this aroused. Something had snapped inside her... something was different. Wrong. Right. Whatever it was, she needed to get out of here, needed to get away!

Delilah was only faintly aware of Whiskey unmounting her. He hopped off his bitch and paced around her, sniffing at her pussy again as his cum leaked out. The thin, silky stream drizzled out of her as Delilah's body pushed at the remaining fluid. Soft "farts" popped out little bubbles of the canine's cum as the 18-year-old crawled around and made for the exit. She wasn't even thinking clearly as she tracked sweat, cum, and pussy juice out of the shower, across the bathroom floor, and into the hallway.

"I... I have to call... Matthew... he has... he must know what to do... to st... stop... mnf..." She stammered as she pushed herself up against the wall, working her way to her feet as she felt her knees bow in. She walked with feeble steps as she made her way to the living room, looking for the contact number Matthew had left for her to call for help. The soft tail, stained with sexual fluids, swayed between her legs and Whiskey's cum kept dribbling from her cunt as she paced across the carpet in the living room.

Just to hear Whiskey's claws come click-clacking after her. His body bowled into her, knocking her down again like he had before, only this time she was knocked forward and tumbled to the carpet with a grunt and painful groan.

"Unf! Guh... w-wait... Whis! No! N-not agaaaain!" She cried as she tried to pick her tired body up but the horny dog was on a mission now. He bounded over, mounting her with a much quicker pace as his forepaws landed on her shoulder blades, pinning her face into the carpet as his stiff member brushed over her folds again. This further-up posture made his angling much easier and within seconds he was back inside her, earning a screaming cry from Delilah.

"W-WHISKEEEY!!"

The girl was powerless as the German Shepherd, a beast with about as much weight to throw around as her, mounted her tightly again. His body pinned her fake tail between them and his rugged thrusting jostled and tugged the tail around even as his hot member pounded her pussy. Delilah screamed and cried in desperate ecstasy as her holes were doubly-penetrated, her ass forced up as Whiskey pinned her face down. Clearly, the dog was on pure instinct and didn't mean to... right? He stayed tight on her, thrusting with a rapid pace as Delilah's cries were a mottled mix of exhaustion, pain, and pleasure and partly muffled by her face being pinned to the carpet. She could feel his throbbing and twitching member each time it sank deep. His hot, heavy breath rushed over her neck as his muzzle was dangerously close to the back of her neck. Soft "ack-acks" escaped his throat as exertion seemed to be getting to the dog too. Or... was he close? She found it impossible to tell for sure.

But what she did feel was her own pleasure mounting. Pleasure was building as her body was assaulted by the frisky canine. Tingling sensations spiked up and down her body, from the top of her scalp to the tips of her curling toes, every instant was pure sensation. Her brain would get to determine whether it was a good or bad sensation later...

And the latest sensation? Each thrust of his frantic hips was suddenly joined by a wet plap-plapping against her pussy lips. Delilah grunted and whined as the feeling of something jamming against her cunt got added to the onslaught of feeling. From the furred body mounting her to the plug in her ass and of course Whiskey's prick in her pussy... and his hot breath rushing over her bare back!

And, as she felt that breath of his get closer and further up, Delilah let out a soft whine as teeth raked through her hair and Whiskey bit into her black hair, gathering up a bundle of her hair in his maw. She yelped as he pulled back, tugging almost possessively as the dog thrusted forward with one last heavy push and Delilah felt him sink all the way in. That "slapping" from before turned into a painful stretch and strain as the canine's knotted prick forced its way in, sinking into her pussy and locking himself inside her as a burning hot rush of cum replaced the leaked-out load from before.

And the poor girl just couldn't hold it in any longer as an overwhelming rush of pleasure raced through her body. Delilah's cunt clamped down on Whiskey's prick, milking out every last drop for herself as her mouth gaped open and a scream of ecstatic pleasure escaped her. Whiskey, still holding her head back by her hair, forced her to make this unwilling proclamation to the whole house.

"FUUUUCK YEEEEESSS!! WHISKEEEYY! B-BREED ME LIKE THE BITCH I AAAAAM!" She cried out, her mind numb and operating purely on instinct as she felt his cum rushing into her incompatible womb. The canine's knot was fully swollen and wouldn't be unlocking any time soon.

And, as Delilah felt his grip slip and her head flop back to the floor, she decided she didn't mind all that much. Tiredly, she reached up behind her and brushed her fingers through his fur and gently pulled him into herself, moaning quietly as she settled in for a lengthy wait.

Matthew Orem sat in his hotel room, away on his trip. He had just sent away his partner to her own room after the day's activities when he heard a blip on his phone. He raised an eyebrow when he read the header on the message.

Security Camera Activity; Living Room

Matthew grinned slowly as he unlocked his phone and watched. It was nice to know he would get an active report on Delilah's work with Whiskey. There was no other way to make sure she was taking good care of him.

But what he saw, and heard, told a very different story from an abusive or neglectful caretaker. On his phone screen, with complete, crystal-clear audio, he heard the athletic girl's voice crying out in orgasmic bliss, crying out his pet's name as he watched her get rutted to a complete knotting just to weakly reach up and pull Whiskey's hips into herself.

"How... very interesting, miss Chanson..."