Rose’s Randy Rottweiler
By Donna The Dog Lover.
I had even given her what she wanted on more than a few occasions because I would be the first to admit she had the sweetest ass in all creation. She was about as juicy as any female could be and still ready for more humping no matter how tired one could get after a hard day’s night.
I remembered with great clarity how high she would push her ass up for hard cock without saying a single word but grunting like a schoolgirl when she got it right in that place that set her all on fire deep down inside where her lust was brightest in those hours after midnight when most married folks were sound asleep getting all refreshed for the next day’s work in places they hated and surrounded by people they found to be dull and unable even to give it up or get it up whichever the case might be.
Rose was one of those thirty-something females who pretended she was too high-class to use her mouth to satisfy a gentleman’s oral desires or bent over for sensuous sodomy that rang some happy male’s anal-sex loving chimes in ways that she appreciated from start to finish.
Still, she was a quick study in “bread and potatoes” missionary humping after almost two decades of spirited humping. Still, she maintained a tight entryway with a lot of emphasis on staying ready, willing, and able to give it all up without objection on any day but Sunday because she was much too religious to ignore that special day for the direct talk with the Lord about his not delivering her much needed manly spunk in ways that made her tingle with remarkable passion for carnal rewards. At the same time, she was still young, nubile, and ready to take it wherever and whenever some horny player had a yen to check her out. She knew it wasn’t appropriate to ask for getting humped more frequently because that was not in the good book as a proper way to pray.
My now dearly departed spouse was never fully aware of how often I had serviced her sister’s needy pussy. It was probably a good thing because, to every indication, she was a jealous bitch if the truth is known, and I would never say that out loud because it would be far too disrespectful of the deceased and not a subject for mixed company at all.
Now that my sister-in-law was on her own, she had started to lean on me for more and more of my time to the extent that I would sometimes fall asleep at my desk at work, prompting my female boss to ask me point blank,
“What the hell are you doing at night when you should be sleeping, you naughty, naughty man?”
It had gotten to the point that I was seriously thinking of moving to another State to escape my nocturnal duties with my over-sexed sister-in-law because I was not the sort of brother-in-law to ignore a woman’s needs.
In desperation, I purchased a massive Rottweiler from a fighting club downtown that was rumored to be most attracted to female humans much more than the four-legged variety of bitches that roamed the dog parks with scented flanks and whining whimpers that attracted all sorts of horny male dogs from far and wide.
The Rottweiler had mounted his share of those barking dogs.
He found the human bitches far more satisfying because they made more noise and fuss when he was knotted inside them. His way made him feel like a mighty king of humping and master of their sweet asses.
He loved their spread-out buttocks wide and open for his happy pounding.
He loved their fearful looks over their long-haired shoulders.
He loved their grunts of pleasure.
It all added to make him nibble at their tiny, delicate earlobes with his gentle bite.
The horny Rottweiler knew it would show them he could give them pain if they desired that.
Suddenly, Rose was getting all she wanted in the middle of the night.
The sex-crazed Rottweiler was humping her so often that she was constantly taking showers to wash the doggy spunk from her feminine folds and her heavily used rear door star. Rose was awash in the Rottweiler’s sticky seeds like some bitch running wild in the streets for any dog to hump. She had to get the scent off her or wind up raped by some strange dog, with her heated scent sending out signals that any self-respecting male dog could not ignore without being accused of a lazy attitude and very little common sense.
When she walked around the house wearing only her panties, the Rottweiler would lick her front and back until she dropped down on all fours and gave him his due reward for being a “good doggy.”
In a way, Rose was perfectly matched to the Rottweiler because she had lots of stamina and the energy of a cheerleader on steroids when it came to humping morning, noon, and nighttime.
Eventually, the Rottweiler ran away from the happy home because the stress became too great even for his cheerful humping attitude. He escaped the dog catcher and found a home with a pair of female Dalmatians and a middle-aged teacher that needed some Rottweiler loving in the middle of the night. The trio of needy females kept him busy, but it was never as bad as poor Rose, and her greedy pussy wore him to a frazzle.
Of course, he would never admit it to any other dog because it would seem a sign of weakness. Still, he pitied her brother-in-law because that poor man had his work cut out for him, and that was a fact you could take to the bank and deposit in a vault with no interest but lots of value in understanding the realities of life.
Rose was smart enough to know her brother-in-law would not survive his recently departed spouse much longer if he were required to meet all her needs.
She went to the pound and found a pair of solid black Labradors that seemed to work as a team.
They showed her some new tricks in three-way humping, and she was constantly licked and humped in tandem throughout the night. They took turns on her sweet, scented pussy and eager pucker, showing her their tag-team approach to orgasm; she loved every minute of it.
She even saved some time for her brother-in-law to get some late at night.
Between the three, she reached that plateau of orgasm so often that she might just as well stay there and wait for the next one to begin.
Fortunately, her Aunt Bee’s two daughters, Faith and Hope, visited, and they told her that Charity was not far behind. The black Labradors took those two girls, and Rose was inspired by their black fur rubbing all over the girl’s pale white skin in a contrast that was matched with the sounds of two dogs barking and two girls moaning in unison as they were humped like a pair of bookends right in the middle of the fluffy white carpet.
Rose got down there with them and gave the girls a bit of respite as the pair of dogs switched to humping her hard and heavy for the better half an hour in the middle of the night.
It was fortunate that the following night, the ever-horny Charity showed up with her best friend Tammy Sue to tempt the Labradors into humping the quartet of teenagers and Rose as a bonus in the bargain.
I watched that brace of Labradors work themselves into a lather servicing all that female pussy running around the house. I managed to hit on a couple of the teenagers here and there when things slowed down long enough for me to nail them over the back of the white leather sofa or even standing up over the ironing board like they were soothing out the wrinkles in my shirts with their pussy hairs all up under my collar in a way that was not hygienic or good practice in dressing for work or school.
When those two dogs passed into doggy heaven, I was left with my sister-in-law Rose, Faith, Hope, Charity, and a girl called Tammy Sue.
It seemed a job I much desired, but I knew it would surely be my end.
That was when I decided to advertise the house as a place for horny husbands to de-stress their need for pussy and eager frat boys to find some easy tutoring in matters of the heart.
We had a steady stream of customers, and those women worked their tails off, keeping all the clients happy while I pocketed the cash. It was a win-win all the way, and I was a bit surprised that my sister-in-law Rose decided to make another visit to the pound to find a Great Dane with a history of furious licking that wore out a string of happy mistresses and sent disappointed husbands to bed without pussy to ease their needs.
The Great Dane did duty for all the women from time to time. Still, he concentrated on satisfying my sister-in-law Rose most of all because she was the one that had rescued him from the termination sentence dished out to all unclaimed dogs and cats every month like some strange solution to the unwanted pet program for the county.
I had taken a liking to the nineteen-year-old student Faith because she was an oral youngster who loved to use her tongue in ways my dearly departed spouse used on me with great effectiveness for many years.
I never tired of holding her pretty little head steady between my legs and draining my spunk into her lovely lips with a gentle spurting of manly liquids that she could handle with great skill and swallow down into her youthful tummy with the skill of a much more mature woman. I generally wiped her face clean with tissues and then kissed her tenderly with lots of tongue action deep inside to show her how much I appreciated her supreme effort to give me what I wanted at this juncture. We both seemed more than happy with the mutual accord of love-making, and none of the other females were so inclined to ease my needs for humping with so many clients passing through our front door both day and night.
It was a happy household with the girls all getting all the humping they could handle, with my sister-in-law Rose getting her happy humping. Her doggy treats from the Great Dane on the side. I was pleased because I had the beautiful Faith to tend to my nocturnal needs, like some angel from heaven that used her lovely tongue to lick me into submission and seldom used her mouth to form words like females tend to do in most situations.
It was the best of all worlds, and we all tended to leave well enough alone, not wanting to rock the boat of free-flowing sperm and female orgasms that never stopped once the traffic got hot and heavy with clients eager to spend their seeds in between the legs of my four teenaged nymphets and Rose with her always ready pussy looking for rough treatment in the middle of the night.
My thoughts of leaving the State ended with the success of our new business setup, and our cash flow problems ended once and for all.
I was not surprised when Rose went back to the pound and got another discarded German Shepherd with a gleam in his eye for the four teenagers running around the house wearing only bras and panties in the middle of the day like we were always getting ready for clients at the drop of a hat.
The End.
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