Buster’s Bitch

By nooneminman
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It was Dan’s idea to breed dogs that are: “A sure-fire way of making a bit of extra money,” as he put it, “for very little outlay.”

Well, I wasn’t convinced. “What about the rearing and vaccinations and the Vet bills?” I had asked.

“Ah, don’t worry about any of that,” he had said. “It won’t cost us a cent, well, apart from the outlay for a good stud dog and his upkeep, but that will be a pittance compared to the money we can get for the stud fees, and we get the pick of the litter too, so there’s a bonus.”

Of course, Dan had already set his mind on the scheme, and I just knew from experience anything I had to offer in the way of problems or discouragement of the idea would be countered with a rant of well-researched responses. So, I agreed. If it made him happy, I didn’t care as long he didn’t rope me into his scheme.

We spent the next couple of weeks searching through the small ads and looking up dog breeders and must have traveled at least 600 miles looking at puppies that would make a good breeding stud. Of course, Dan had done all the research and exactly knew what breed he wanted, and I have to say, when he finally decided on the puppy he wanted, my heart melted a little. Buster, which was the name he smugly labeled the adorable little Doberman puppy, looked so cute and fragile on his little spindly legs

It was my maternal instinct, and we bonded very quickly over the next few months, especially with Dan working during the days. Buster would follow me everywhere and loved plenty of petting. The Kennel club had advised that we should wait at least eight months before Buster could be introduced to his first bitch and that we shouldn’t expect too much from his first attempts. Buster settled down to being a loyal and friendly pet in the time between, and it was amazing how quickly he grew. He was already nearly two-thirds grown by the end of the eighth month.

Well, the first couple of matings were a complete disaster. Buster didn’t have a clue. After several more attempts, he didn’t seem to get any better, which frustrated Dan. The problem was Dan wasn’t the only one getting frustrated; Buster’s inability to complete coitus with the bitches he was supposed to be servicing left him unsatisfied.

I can’t remember exactly how it all started; I remember that I was sitting watching the TV one evening. I was stretched out on the couch in my baggy tee nightshirt and panties while Dan was sitting drinking a beer. Buster got up from his basket without any warning, sniffed the air, and wandered over to the couch. Then the dirty dog pushed his nose right up my nightshirt, pressing his nose hard against the gusset of my panties. Reflexively I recoiled, pulling my legs up, and shrieked at the young dog. Buster shrank back and sat with his head hung in shame while my husband turned to look at me bemused with a ‘What the fuck was that all about’ look on his face.

I explained to Dan what had just transpired. To my astonishment, he just laughed, saying, I guess he’s got a good nose for fine pussy, that’s my boy. He said, looking at Buster, who, on hearing my husband’s congratulatory and upbeat tone, got up and trotted over to him. My husband proceeded to pet and patted him, saying things like, “Good Boy, you like that pussy. Horny dog, good boy.”

“Dan!” I had complained. “You shouldn’t be encouraging him like that. I don’t want him learning bad habits like sniffing my crotch every five minutes that isn’t right. It was downright disgusting.”

“Lighten up,” Dan replied softly. “He’s just a dog. He doesn’t know any better. For him, it’s just natural to sniff at stuff.”

“Yeah, well, let him sniff at you if you feel that way about it,” I had replied coolly.

“Don’t think he’s that way inclined?” Dan smirked back. “If he does it again, close your legs, push him away and tell him no. Don’t shriek and leap about, hell girl, you nearly gave me a heart attack.”

We resumed our original positions watching TV this time, I had my legs firmly crossed, and my nightshirt tugged between my inner thighs. Buster settled back down, lying close to the couch but not looking at me.

He felt some guilt, so I petted him and said, “It’s ok, just don’t do that again.”

He bounced around all happy and excited on his spindly legs and started licking my hands and face – which I calmly but swiftly stopped and told him to lay down and behave, which he did.

I guess the TV show must have been pretty dull because I was awakened from a light doze by the sensation of snuffling and licking between my legs. To my horror, they were obscenely splayed and giving Buster special access to the gusset of my cotton panties. What was worse was that Dan was kneeling next to him, and he was encouraging the puppy to ‘Eat that pussy (boy)’ It was surreal. I thought I was having a lucid dream until I realized the sensations I was feeling deep inside my tummy were just too deliciously real.

Dan hadn’t realized I had awoken, and the dog’s sensations tonguing my panty gusset and lapping my inner thighs were disgustingly good. If Dan didn’t know I was awake, he couldn’t accuse me of being pervy or hypocritical. Secretly, I yearned for him to pull the gusset aside to let Buster really ‘Eat Me,’ It didn’t happen. Instead, Dan quietly pulled Buster away, gently replaced my legs, and took him into the kitchen to give him some biscuits and water.

By the time they came back, I had ‘woken up,’ and I was looking pretty annoyed after all my panties were soaked, not just with my juices, and I wanted an explanation.

Dan explained that it was all his fault. He’d had the idea that perhaps if I acted like a bitch we could train Buster better, “You know, let him mount you like a dog and pretend to fuck you – I mean not fuck you but give him the right idea of what he should be doing.”

“You must be insane,” I had replied with a look of total disgust.

Secretly, however, something primal about the thought of being mounted by a beast excited me.

“No, look,” Dan continued. “You got your panties on and a nightshirt. It’s not like he can enter you. In any case, I will be here to get him off if it gets out of control.”

I had looked skeptically at him, “You mean you want me, your wife, to give herself to your dog?”

“Well, not exactly give yourself to him. Let him use you to practice on. Jeez, it’s not like I am asking you to let the damned dog fuck you,” he retorted, somewhat offended.

“Look, I don’t want a fight about it,” I replied. “If it makes you happy, honey, I’ll do it.”

I rolled onto my hands and knees and presented my bulging gusset to Buster. The dog eagerly began lapping and licking my pussy juices that, unbeknown to my husband, were now soaking into the gusset.

“Lift him onto me then I had commanded,” and Dan helped Buster ‘mount’ me for the first time.

I adjusted my position so that he was comfortably placed on my back as he started to hump. Dan knelt beside us, urging the dog on as he simulated fucking me.

I could feel his hard, doggy cock rubbing back and forward over the front of my panties, which turned me on immensely but was even more arousing. What Dan couldn’t see because my nightshirt obscured the sight was the periodic sprays of doggy cum squirting onto my tummy and occasionally my breasts. I could feel it running over my gently swinging globes and dripping from my aching hard nipples onto the fabric of my nightshirt. This continued for about five minutes.

Occasionally Buster adjusted himself, and his poor doggy cock stabbed against the gusset of my panties. He would have nailed me on that first night if I had not been wearing them, but it was time. Even though I was tempted to reach back and expose myself to him, I wanted it to seem like I was reluctant, although by now, I was anything but.

After Buster had ‘dismounted’ from me, Dan poured me a glass of wine, and we sat and talked about what had just happened. Dan – poor naive Dan, had seen nothing more in the act than me ‘helping’ to train Buster to fuck Bitches. I thought Buster had done well and agreed, suggesting that perhaps after a couple more training sessions, we could try and stud him again.

That’s how the next couple of evenings were spent with me on my knees in a baggy nightshirt and panties, getting my tits sprayed by a secret doggy sperm shower while Dan encouraged Buster to ‘fuck your bitch’

*****

Dan had arranged to meet a guy out of town who owned a Doberman bitch that weekend, so having given Buster a couple of nights to ‘replenish,’ we set off. When we arrived, we introduced Buster to the bitch, and once they had ‘gotten to know each other’ left them in the privacy of the backyard to do the deed. Buster did much better, the bitch presented herself, and he took the lead. Unfortunately, he did everything right but penetrate the bitch and, on completion, dismounted, licked his cock and balls, and trotted over to the backdoor while the bitch stood there somewhat bemused with cum dripping from her fur.

Buster needed more training, and while driving home, Dan sparked up with a bright idea. Perhaps I should let Buster penetrate MY pussy. You can imagine how I pretended to be utterly disgusted by his suggestion. Have a dog slide his lovely hot cock into my aching pussy and flood me with dog sperm – not in this life, I told him, no way am I having a dirty dog dick in my pussy. Then he suggested using a condom so it would be just like having sex with a dildo that was attached to the dog, and there wouldn’t actually be any flesh on flesh contact, but I knew it was flesh in flesh contact I wanted, but I wasn’t letting on to Dan yet.

I wanted Buster’s first proper encounter with me to be perfect, even if our first fuck was a nasty latex-covered one. I had that covered too. I told Dan to feed and walk him so that he would have no distractions for the rest of the evening while I prepared my body for Buster’s training. Having poured a hot bath and soaked in the waters for a good half hour, I prepared my pussy, carefully shaving every last hair from my pubic area and pampering my smooth mound with aloe vera.

I stood in front of the floor-length mirror, wiping the steamy surface with a damp cloth to reveal my bald pussy. Oh my gosh, I had forgotten what it looked like. Slowly I probed my folds, exploring my sex like a rediscovered old toy savoring the smoothness and plumpness of my outer labia and the wet rubbery texture of my inner flaps. I felt myself slipping a finger into my moist pinkness, my thumb instinctively pressing on my bud, and wondered how good Buster would feel.

I wrapped my hair in a towel and wrapped a second around my body, and then I headed to the living room to await my pupil. I have to say, sitting there on the couch, I was more than slightly aware of the heavy musk my excited pussy was emitting. I was worried that Dan would smell it too and realize that I was excited by the thought of the acts I was about to perform. He did comment on my aroma. Still, in his single-minded vision, he thought I had frigged my pussy to get it ready for Buster with no thought of the sexual act. Buster, bless him, he trotted over to me, nudged at my knees, encouraging me to spread my thighs and give him access to HIS pussy.

I enjoyed every minute, slowly parting my legs, allowing the towel to fall open, revealing my hairless crotch. I watched as Buster began to drool and move in between my thighs. His nose dipped lower and lower till the cold tip touched my bare moons, and his doggy tongue flicked out over the smooth outer lips of my pussy, curling up into the folds and lifting my tasty essence into his mouth. His tongue worked deeper into my slit, and I had to bite my lip and get Dan to prepare Buster for me.

Dan pulled the condom from its wrapper and tried to guide it over Buster’s doggy cock, but Buster wasn’t having any of it. So I said I’d do it. Kneeling beside Buster with my legs wide open to allow him to continue to bathe my pussy with his lovely tongue, I was easily able to apply the condom. It was a joy to handle the cock of my soon-to-be ‘Mate’ It felt fabulous, hot, and smooth as I squeezed the air from the teat of the condom. I felt the need to do more than hold this bright red doggy cock. I asked Dan to fetch me a coffee as I was a little thirsty, a nervous thirst, as I latched the condom over the bulb of Buster’s cock. When he was out of the room, I was under the dog, sucking the tip of the condom-covered dog cock into my mouth.

I felt the teat fill with air and locked it against the roof of my mouth while slowly closing my teeth on the latex sheath. When I was sure that I had just the latex trapped between my incisors, I quickly ground them from side to side, causing the latex to tear but appear intact. I knew that Buster’s Cock would slide out the end of the sheath with very little force, allowing my aching pussy to caress his beautiful bone.

Dan was still out of the room when I presented myself to Buster, and he had no problem mounting me, his cock rubbing against my smooth moons. I looked back to see the tip beginning to slip through the tip of the torn condom, and the little pee slit of his cock oozed with thin clear dog cum. Of course, I couldn’t let Dan see the condom was ripped. I needed to make sure that Buster was buried in my love tunnel before he got back with that coffee. Reaching back, I grasped Buster’s engorged penis as he continued to hump erratically and slowly guided it into my wet and welcoming cunt.

As the tip passed my outer lips and into the tight entrance to my feminine tube, it was like Buster suddenly had a revelation. Thrusting forward, I knew his cock was through the condom and fully rooted in me as he fucking in and out of my hole.

And that is how Dan found us, Me, his wife moaning softly with pleasure as his stud dog serviced me, and it was then I think he started to realize his mistake. As Buster humped furiously into my oh so welcoming cunt, I could see his jaw gaping and speechless. I was squeaking as trapped air was expelled, oozing with my juices and Buster’s cum, and moaning like a whore as Buster ejaculated, filling my pussy and womb with spurt after spurt of thick gooey dog sperm.

Shall I get him off you, Dan had offered, to which I clearly remembered saying, “Don’t you fucking dare? You wanted me to give myself to Buster. Well, I guess now I must be Buster’s Bitch!”

 

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Remember, even the limited editing done here doesn’t always mean the narrative/plot flaws in a story are fixed.

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