Mindy Gets A Bone

By Photo Wolfy (photo_wolfy@yahoo.com).
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It had all started innocently enough she was so lonely without her husband he was driving truck overseas for the two of them. Before he had left, he had bought her a guard dog a bull mastiff that she had named “Spot” because of the white spot right between his ears and around one eye well anyway he had bought the dog to keep her company as well while he was away.

Jonathon, her husband, had left that next week, leaving her and the puppy to get aquatinted. He was already paper-trained, and in no time Mindy had his barks down pat so that he did not make a mess anywhere in the house.

The puppy had been really smart and had only grown smarter as he grew older. The first sign that Spot was going to be more than a pet dog was the day Mindy had come home from work late, it had been a madhouse at the office, and Mindy had been “asked” to stay late. She called and talked to the answering machine apologizing that she would not be there to feed him on time.

When she had hung up, her closest workers made light of how Mindy had a lover. She emphatically denied it of course although she knew better than to tell them who it was. She even stopped by the grocer and picked up his favorite steak, which meant she would be eating steak sandwiches for the rest of the week.

Her husband watched their expenditures like a hawk and did not approve of even canned food for “her” Spot. No, if he did not like a cup of dry a day, he would just starve!” Jonathon always yelled when he caught her feeding Spot, so she shared half with him whenever she bought fresh meat. Her carpool bitched about it, but the local locker had the best meats. It was right on the way too!

When she turned the last key in the last lock on the front door Spot was sitting on the old blanket on the sofa, and at first, she breathed a sigh of relief that everything was going to be okay.

“Hi boy, hey you know what I have here it is a…”

He stood and stretched and yawned and brushed past her shoving her to one side a bit with his bulk. He walked out the door with so much as a wag of his tail, how rude!

He did his business in the corner of the yard he favored, then came back in and sat down on the couch and sighed.

“Oh come on it isn’t that bad to come on I have a steak for you to make up for it!”

He just looked at me and sighed again. He raised a paw and worried at a nail, ignoring me?

“Look damn it I was late because I had to work, okay?”

He yawned at that, Spot did not know what work was like, and all he did was just lie around and sleep all day!

“Look Spot, you are my dog, not the other way around!”

At that Spot gave me a dirty look. If dogs can raise an eyebrow that would have been the look! I sighed this time and went and put the steak in the fridge if he was not going to eat it, then that made more for me. I went over to take my shoes off by the back door. I heard him get off of the couch and the scratch of his nails on the upstairs steps. The steps were inlaid oaks as were most of the floors. It was just easier taking care of hardwood then carpets. Well, he stopped at the second of two landings. He looked at me and barked once.

“A bath, now, at this time of the day?” I asked him as this was one of our usual routines.

He nodded and barked and started up the stairs. I sighed and thought back, it was his week for a bath as he only did get one when he was dirty from the yard or once a month. As we had no rain for almost seven weeks, well Spot was due for a bath. I sighed and started unbuttoning the dress I might as well take a shower with him no sense wasting the water!

I really wanted a bath though and tried to figure out a way to do that. He would already be sitting in the tub and Spot was already pissed at me so I better not make him get out and sit on the bed no telling what I would find when I was done! So shower it was, I stepped into the bathroom! I pushed the dress off my shoulders and over my breasts and off my hips and ass. I had the perfect example of the hourglass shape I was well-endowed chest wise and with both wide hips and ass.

I kicked the dress into the clothes hamper with a smile I still had that college soccer kickers leg! It did feel good to get out of that bra though I cupped one breast and noticed the sag, damned gravity! I had high firm breasts until last year when I gained all of that weight. Then I saw myself in the mirror and sighed, okay, that was a lie. I smiled and nodded at that, twisting my lips and kissing my little finger. No lie was left if I could help it!

He barked then, and I saw that not only was he in the tub, but he was licking himself?

Oh, it was definitely a shower now I was not taking a bath with his doggy turds floating in the water!

I bent over and slipped the pantyhose off and pitched them into the sink and ran water for them. That would get the hot water going so that I could run the water for the temp. He was still licking himself? I caught myself twirling my long blonde hair around my fingers like I always did when confronted with a puzzle.

Why was Spot licking himself this much? The water hit my fingers where they braced me at the sink, and I shut the water off adding a squirt of soap I gave the water a swish to activate it and walked over and sat on the tub and turned the water on. He drank a little from it like he always did that must be some kind of doggy ritual or something because some of the books I had mentioned that even the smaller and larger breeds then he was all did that.

Once I was sure of the water temp, I turned the shower on and went to get three towels. Two were special for him and a third for me and set them in the rack by the shower curtain. I grabbed the bar of soap that was meant for both of us and stepped into the spray it felt good too, and Spot barked when I hogged it to get my hair wet. I soaped it up and combed it out and rinsed.

He raised a leg and kind of squatted and bent to lick his, cock? I had been under the impression that Spot was licking his ass or balls or something but his cock? It was what he was licking, and it was out about four inches, but as she stared wide-eyed, it was thicker then what Jonathon had!

He looked up at me and barked a strange bark, the turned his head just so, and I felt his gaze at my pussy somehow? I shook my head he was a dog for crying out loud get a grip, Mindy! I turned and started soaping myself up and turned to wash my shoulders and found he was sitting there watching me? I looked into his eyes, and he jerked forward with a bark, and I looked down and blushed? What in the hell was going on here? I set myself and looked up, and he was still sitting there sniffing and then bent again to lick? I found myself staring at his cock and blushed even harder!

How could he do that? It was not like I was looking at his cock like that! I wondered idly if it was longer then my husband too? I shook my head; he was a dog Mindy for crying out loud what was wrong with me? I shook my head, shaking it off and soaped up my hair again, and rinsed it well. Without thinking, I continued with the same routine of bending down bracing with one hand on his back as I soaped his coat. He licked at my big breasts like he always did yet this time I felt them firm up?

I stood up bringing my breasts clear, and he licked my stomach once forcing me to step back again he advanced licking at my thick bush. My back hit the wall, and I squeaked then I yelled as his tongue made contact with my entire pussy from bottom to top! He followed me, and I reached out and braced and grabbed the walls. The sensations, as he rapid fired licked me, made me light headed and immediately confused as a moan from the sensations his tongue was doing!

I smelled something then it was aromatic with a musky smell that made my breasts ache? I shook my head to clear what my body was reacting to. He was just a dog, not a man! I had my toys, and I was as satisfied as I would ever get without Jonathan between my legs.

‘Spot’ might have not been Jonathon, but he was doing something that Jonathon refused to do. ‘Spot’ was really licking me, too. I felt the sensation of that tongue and moaned. ‘Spot’ was a dog, though, and my conscience forced me to try to stop what he was doing.

I whipped the curtain aside, knocking him away with my hip. I stepped out of the shower and started for the door. Spot acted like we were playing and was hot on my heels. My left foot slid out from under me as Spot barked, I dropped to my knees, and he was dancing behind me. I caught my breath. I was safe like this; he could not bite my boobs like he liked to do when we played. He danced around me though, and that was when it happened.

I still do not know who was more surprised Spot or I, but suddenly I grunted at the length of something hot shoved deep up into me. He was brutal and quick, and I was fighting my orgasm harder then I was fighting him. What she was having an orgasm what male fantasy was this?

The truth was Jonathon was in and out so fast that I never could have! So this seemed like a marathon to me five going on ten, or twenty minutes of solid sex? I was in fucking heaven! There was no stopping it though, and I did it, I had an orgasm. Some of you may be asking, “so she had an orgasm, big deal.”

I had been married for over ten years, and my husband had yet to do that himself more than twice, and those were both in the first year!

So here I was in the throes of my first ever sex orgasm, and I was with my pet dog Spot. Then I stopped fighting it, the orgasm. I fell into the embrace of my body, and it released. I grunted again and again and slammed the floor with my fists. I still do not know why I never screamed or told him “no” or anything I just knelt there and took all he had to offer me.

It was a lot too, much more than the one person I had ever had sex with. It was even bigger and wider than my two vibrators. I was full, and as some of you may guess at this moment, I was going to get fuller. He fucked me hard and fast, just like my husband had done since I had met him, so that was somehow making it okay? Not all right but okay, you know?

I was, however, having my second orgasm at that point. I did not know about ‘the knot,’ and as I was in the middle of my second sexual orgasm in a row, I really did not care what else was going on back there. The dog had to have been going non-stop for over an hour already! I did not pay any attention to it and well it was in before I could protest so no harm, no foul I suppose. All I know is that suddenly I was so full that I arched my back and spread my knees and legs to lessen, well try and lessen the ‘overfull’ feeling I do not really know quite how to explain that just it was, well, I was over full!

Spot had not slowed down though and with that mass in me and I started building towards even a third orgasm almost immediately. Thinking back, it was the combination of the pain and pleasure or whatever you want to call it. (Insert your own words here as some have even accused me of embellishing. Well fuck you, it was My fucking THIRD orgasm and if you do not like reading about it, fuck off!)

I was certainly beyond human by that point I was in respects an animal getting beast fucked by a beast, and it felt damn good! My head hit the door, and I dropped down and putting my hands against it; I fucked him back, but then I was filling up with heat, and he had stopped moving with a weird whine bark, then I was really full. I was not done though and looking back that was weird some have said that is normal your first time, but I was well I did not think or feel anything but what that cock was doing inside me. I lost track of time and well I was just lost, then I had an orgasm so intense I hit a wall of black and fell deep, deep, down into it.

When I woke up, I was laying on the bathroom floor on my side in a fetal position. The shower was still going, the phone was ringing, and there was a pounding at the front door and someone screaming something?

I was freezing and shivering in the coldness of the bathroom. My hair was dry and stiff my neck hurt some too. When I moved to sit, up my entire pussy and bush is coated with something that wasn’t glue; it was too thin of a coating for that, but something else. I was hungry and so thirsty that if I had to spit all they were likely to get was a cotton ball that I was focusing on for some damn reason, just sitting there in the clear plastic container with the blue lid.

On the vanity in the corner and then the pain hit me, and I groaned as I tried to sit up, as I was definitely sure that I had sex with something bigger than my Jonathon! Despite the pain I shivered to the shower on my knees and held a hand up, the water was ice cold. The only thing I could think of was Jonathon was going to yell at me for the water and gas bill being higher than normal. I quickly shut faucets off and tried standing slowly, the pain from inside me screamed, ‘that was not going to work,’ so I made my way into the bedroom on my hands and knees.

The phone stopped before I was out of the bathroom and into the bedroom the clock read eight thirty-five in the morning? Oh my god, I was going to be late! The pounding on the front door stopped as well, and I heard a door slam. When the car roared away, I knew that was my carpool. I found I was staggering through the process of getting dressed for work.

I washed up with a cold washcloth as best I could and used a lot of body spray. I even sported a pair of my Lycra running shorts out and put them on over my panties and used a pad too, just in case. I looked fatter in the skirt and jacket. I braced on a wall for a twinge just then and pounded my balled fist against the wood of the doorway till it passed.

When I made it downstairs, I stopped at the bottom, and he woofed, wagging his tail. He gave that whine he did whenever I played with him outside for a long time. In a way, I guess that I did play with him. He laid his head down on his paws, and this time, his sigh said, “go to work, honey.”

“I think I will stud muffin,” I said out loud, using my nickname for Jonathon when he was my first.

So I figured it was a tradition now! Studmuffin closed his eyes, laying his head on his paws as he lay on the pillow. The damn dog did not know what work was! When I made it into work, the bike actually helped I suppose, it was not long before the first questions were asked, and “wild night” was most asked or mainly suggested with a smile. The nosey ones wanted his name, my friends and his friends wanted the name and description. I just smiled when I said that I’d found a new toy and that it wasn’t any man.

The End.

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*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot has remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t always mean the flaws in a story are always fixed.

One comment

  • Chad Triche

    Need a 2nd part where she fully submits to Spot

    Reply

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