(PetPlay Erotica) Chapter 9 – Screwing the Pooch

     by GoodGrrl(goodgrrl.wordpress.com)

The next chapter in the futuristic fantasy puppy play erotica by GoodGrrl that should not be overlooked. Seriously if you have not read any of these chapters please catch up by checking out the links below. A story not to be missed if your into any type of fantasy pet/puppy play erotica. This is my all time favorite puppy play series and I know I say this everytime but its very true.  If you enjoy them as much as I do please visit her page and show some love…wruff!

• Chapter 1 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/18/chapter-one
• Chapter 2 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/19/in-which-we-meet-a-kitty
• Chapter 3 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/22/havent-i-read-this-before
• Chapter 4 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/10/26/bath-time
• Chapter 5 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/11/03/dont-you-dare-spit
• Chapter 6 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/11/11/walk-walk-fashion-baby
• Chapter 7 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2010/12/06/im-back-bitches/
• Chapter 8 – goodgrrl.wordpress.com/2011/01/04/curiouser-and-curiouser

…and now for story time!  _____________________________

I gulped. Fucking Harper would have been so much easier. I climbed onto the bed awkwardly, wielding the silicone cock like a complete amateur. Ana laughed at me; I could feel the blush creeping across my cheeks and my ears flattening against my head. It was all I could do to keep my tail from tucking between my legs.

“Erm..” I took hold of the dildo, unsure of how to actually get it inside of her. She grinned and sat up slightly, kissing me on the nose, then putting her hand over mine on the strap-on. “Like this, Puppy. Gently.” She was already wet, just as wet as I had been all week. I leaned in, trying to find the right position. She touched the head of the cock to her opening, then looked at me. “Go ahead, darling.” She grinned. I pushed, trying to be gentle. She moaned as her cunt stretched. I smiled just a little, still blushing. Puppy did like pleasing her owner, no matter how much Camille resented her. Puppy was in charge most of the time now. I wondered briefly if I would ever be Camille again.

The thought passed quickly, however. I was busy. I pumped as I thought was appropriate, pushing in and out. It was harder than I expected. I could feel sweat beading up on my

body, but I was being rewarded as well. The dildo was right over my clit, so every time I pushed, I stimulated myself. Ana tangled her legs around my ass, pulling me closer. I obliged happily, bracing myself on my arms on either side of her torso.

“Harder, Puppy.” She breathed into my ear, trailing off in a moan. I nodded and shoved, hoping she would be happy with me. She nodded and whimpered slightly. Camille took special pleasure in that whimper. Her breathing was getting quicker. I could tell she was getting closer. I pushed harder and faster, feeling myself coming close to another orgasm. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to come, but she hadn’t told me no yet.

It was almost as though I could see when she came. Her spine arched as she half-laughed half-wailed her way through her orgasm. Her legs tensed and she pushed her head back. “Yes, good girl!” She finally looked up at me. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just stayed put, the cock still inside her. “Good Puppy.” She smiled, pushing me back and moving away at the same time. The dildo slid out. I was disappointed I hadn’t been able to come. She was already unclipping the harness. She set it on her bedside table and pulled me down to cuddle with her. “You’re a good girl.” She traced her fingers up and down my spine. My tail was wagging.

“That felt good for you too, didn’t it?” She caressed my mound slowly. I nodded slightly, bucking my hips away from her touch. “Aw, I know Puppy didn’t come. Too bad.” She pressed two fingers against my clit and rubbed hard. I whined and pressed myself into her hand. “I don’t know if she should.” She pulled her hand away and put her arms around my neck. I whimpered and curled up, trying to ignore the throbbing.

“Time for lunch.” She sat up and tied her robe shut. “And then Puppy has an appointment with the vet.” Ana laughed when I looked up at her, bewildered. “Yes, Puppy. We need to make sure that your body is adjusting to being a dog. Just a checkup, I promise.” She ruffled my hair then got up and stretched.

Lunch was some casserole-like dish stuffed with plenty of chicken, pasta, and cheese. My diet was pretty varied, I thought. And it all tasted good. Some of it came pre-made, some of it was cooked by Harper. I ate better as a dog than I had as a college student. Hmm. Ana had taken to having me eat at her feet under the table rather than in the corner. I never would have admitted it out loud, but to be honest, I liked it there. I felt safe somehow. When I thought too hard about the way I felt though, I started getting nauseous. I trusted Ana. I loved her. It was wrong. I didn’t want to feel that way. How had I let this happen to me?

I tried to be difficult when she was getting me ready to go out. I didn’t react to her offer of a “special treat” if I was a good girl at the vet’s. However, Puppy being difficult was just Puppy not lifting her paws to put on the mitts. Ana noticed, but didn’t bother correcting me. “The vet is a nice man; he’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, Puppy.” She kissed my forehead and smiled. She thought I was just afraid of the doctor.

Just like any dog would be.