I wanted to enjoy Him before he was taken from Me

I wanted to enjoy Him before he was taken from Me:



That night at The Tophat was painful. I had to maintain my smile and dodge the groping hands and act interested at the jokes comments and stories of customers, and all the while I was thinking about King dying.
Later, after work, while I was changing in the backroom and dropping my uniform into the mesh bag it went to be cleaned in, Sugar, a dancer spoke to me.
"Hey sweetheart, I hear Tony is going to make you a dancer next week. Congratulations. You'll do great and I already have ideas about some routines I'd love to do with you." Sugar was not so subtly bi-sexual.
I smiled at her, "Thanks."


"You should be excited. We make a lot more than the waitresses."
"I know. And I am glad."
"Some of the girls are getting together at my place tonight to party. Want to join us?"
"Not tonight. I'm very tired."
"Alright. Can't blame a girl for trying."
I finished changing, pulling on my panties and shorts, a tank top and my keds, then went outside and got into my car and drove home.


I began crying on the way home and could not stop, sobbing like an idiot by the time I was home. I got out of my car and went to the front door and then stopped. My sobs slowed as my mind began to work. I would not think what I wanted to, and so my mind went blank a bit. I looked down at my keys and remembered that I had keys to the shelter and could go at any time. I looked at my watch: it was 2:37 am. No one would be there tomorrow anyway.


Without thinking, I went back to my car and drove to the shelter. Once there, I got out of the car, and went in, locking the door behind me and leaving the lights off. I entered the kennel, starting some of the dogs barking, though they calmed quickly when I shushed them. I walked slowly and deliberately all the way to the door of King's cage. I stared at him. He was clearly visible in the low light shed by the green EXIT sign over the back door and coming in the high window from the street light outside. He noticed me and actually lifted his head, ears perking up, as he looked at me.


I pulled my tank top off over my head, throwing it aside, then stepped out of my keds, feeling the warm, rough concrete under my bare feet. It occurred to me that if I did this, it was probably going to be pretty painful from the concrete on my flesh. As that thought wiggled through my mind, I slid my shorts and panties down together to my ankles, then stepped out of them. I was now entirely naked. I looked up and saw that King was now standing, his whole body alert and almost quivering with obvious anticipation. I had never seen him look that way. His eyes glowed yellow and intense at me. He growled, low and deep, at me. There was no menace in it, rather a sense of desire, of passion. It was almost as if he were inviting me, as politely as he could manage, into his cage.


I inhaled deeply, my mind still racing at the thought of this. I could smell the powerful odor of dogs, and my own sweat (I was shiny in the August heat in a light sheen of sweat all over me), and I could smell my vagina, as it released a powerful musky wave of scent. I could feel how swollen and slick with fluids my vulva was. I could feel the powerful tingle in my swollen clit and the flutter and warmth in my womb as my vagina began tenting in anticipation of being entered. My nipples were swollen and hard. I licked my lips, my mouth was the only thing on me that was dry.


Then King uttered a low, sharp bark. It was without a doubt a command to me to come to him and quit fooling around. I opened the cage door and entered the cage, closing it with a sharp click behind me. Now it was over. There was no chance I would get out of this cage without getting fucked by King. I inhaled deeply through my nose again, feeling the tingling of my entire body, in an ecstasy of anticipation, and then walked lightly on the balls of my feet, my labia slick with fluids between my thighs, straight to King.


When I arrived in front of him, I turned, without ceremony, and dropped onto my knees and elbows, reverse-arching my back to lift my ass as high as possible and bracing my self for the force of his mounting. I placed my elbows down and my forearms flat out in front of me, palms down, my knees down and my feet with my tiny toes bent back, trying to grip the rough concrete so I wouldn't be pushed across it.


King climbed onto me immediately, with no foreplay. His massive weight came down on my back, and I felt the warm fur of his stomach and chest on my naked ass and back. His head extended well out past mine over my right shoulder. His crotch curled in tight, against the swell of my buttocks and parted thighs, and I felt his warm fur against my pussy. His powerful front legs wrapped tightly around my waist, lifting me a bit and digging their claws painfully into the flesh of my stomach, just above my patch of red pubic hair. Then I felt something hard and slick poke me in the inside of my left buttock, just below my anus and realized I needed to guide him quickly or he may mount the wrong hole and God knows, that would be a disaster. I reached my right hand back, between my thighs, and took hold of his penis. It was still quite small, hard and slimy. I guided it to my vulva pushing it between my labia minora and pressing the tip against my, for me at least, hungrily gaping introitus. King felt the warmth of my vaginal entrance around the tip of his penis and immediately thrust it in as far as he could. I let go, getting my arm back underneath me to help hold me in place as King, outweighing me by over 60 pounds, began to frantically fuck me, driving his cock like a maddened jackhammer, in and out of my vagina. It was so shockingly violent and brutal and rapid, that it drove the breath right out of me, and left my tits bouncing with no rhythm.


I had expected some degree of loss of control once I presented myself to him for mounting, but the entire lack of any ability to control what King was now doing to me was overwhelming. His cock swelled immediately. One moment, I could barely feel it, the next it was stretching my introitus painfully beyond any width it had ever faced before. The pain was sharp and the voilent force of his thrusts only increased it. Meanwhile, inside my vagina, I could feel his swelling penis, expanding to touch me inside and penetrating more and more deeply into me with each frantic thrust. There was already much more penis mass inside me than I had ever felt before, and it was only increasing. I felt the tip of his cock banging now with each hump, against the back wall of my vagina. I could also feel the dull sense of his penis brushing back and forth over my cervix. Even though it seemed he was in as far as he could go, he simply continued to increase in size and length, pushing ever more deeply into me. My vagina seemed to expand again and accept even more of him as I leaned forward, tilting my torso down to use gravity to expand my vagina for him, but his penis simply pushed all the way in to the back wall, banging against it now with every jerking thrust. And still, his cock swelled larger. Looking back underneath myself, I could see the mass of his penis swelling my stomach and could actually see it moving inside me. For the first time, I could also feel that my vagina was tightly holding his penis, touching it at every point inside me. It was a feeling of fullness that I had never before experienced. My vagina began to tingle deep inside, right at the back wall where the tip of King's penis continued to bang, and I felt waves of warmth radiating out from my womb and up through my torso and down my legs, causing slight involuntary quivering of my muscles. This was new and I didn't know yet what it was. My introitus was now stretched to accept his entire massive width and was wrapped tightly around his swollen shaft. The combination of fluids and my amazing sexual arousal had acted to finally reduce the continuing pain from its stretching.


Then I felt his knot begin to bang against my labia. I adjusted myself a bit, tilting a little more to make the angle better, then reached back between my thighs, parting my labia with my fingers as widely as possible and I began to rock back, trying to time my rocks with King's thrusts, trying to help him get his knot into me. The third time I rocked back, the knot passed into me with a blinding pain and I cried out in sharp agony, my vaginal entrance stretched well beyond its limit. It snapped back immediately and the pain receeded, and it sealed tightly against the shaft of his penis behind the knot, which was already massive and was growing. King continued to hump madly at me though he could only move his penis now about half an inch. Still, he would pull back, stretching my introitus painfully outward with his knot, then forward, forcing pained and passionate grunts out of me with each humping thrust. He was so deeply embedded into my vagina, that each thrust merely moved my entire vagina, stretching it more deeply, then allowing it to retract, then restretching it. I felt pain, but mostly I felt amazingly horny, full and passionate. I looked back again and could see the top of my vulva swollen and mishapen, spread widely open by the massive knot just inside the entrance of my vagina. My clit was huge, gleaming and sticking straight out, quivering with each thrust inside me, clearly being pressed out from inside.


King had been spurting his pre-cum semen since he had entered me. The hazy, slick fluid had been running out of me since he mounted me and had made the insides of my thighs shiny with its slickness. I could occassionally feel it spurting inside me. But when he actually began to cum, it pushed me over an edge I didnt know I had. I felt an amazing pulse as his entire penis, knot and all, pulsed, and then I felt a spurt of hot fluid against the back wall of my vagina, even as the head of his penis pressed deeply into the flesh of that back wall, and another spurt and another. I felt another wave of warmth radiate out from the back wall of my vagina, and suddenly, my breath was driven out of me in a gasp as my vagina spasmed madly, gripping and squeazing on King's massive cock, simultaneously, my abdominal muscles spasmed and my arms and legs shook uncontrollably and a feeling of sexual passion swept through me. I was vagina - that's all I was - accepting the hot sperm of my lord and master. My whole body shook and was swept again and again with a feeling of pleasure beyond anything I had ever experienced before. My vagina would not stop spasming, gripping his penis in pulses. His penis meanwhile, continued to pulse as he continued to deposit his cum into me. King had finally stopped thrusting now, and was standing over and above me.


I was a triangle underneath his massive body, my knees and my head both on the ground. My entire body continued to quiver with spasms. Meanwhile, with King standing still, I could feel his cock, extending down from his crotch, unmoving inside me, squeazed tightly by my spasming vagina, pulsing regularly, continuing to cum deeply inside me, depositing his sperm right at the very back of my fully tented vagina. The pulses of his knot and the spasms of my vagina against the massiveness of his knot began to produce a secondary effect. My arms were useless at this point, still twitching involuntarily occassionally, but I could feel a familiar tingling beginning to gain ground in my clitoris. Without touching it, it suddenly erupted in a clitoral orgasm, my legs shaking like crazy as my toes curled painfully from the force of the orgasm, almost immediately, my vagina erupted in another massive series of body-shaking spasms, lights exploded behind my tightly closed eyes and I let out a long, very high pitched squeal. For several seconds, the simultaneous orgasms continued, apparently lifting each other to further depths of my body. My mind was awash with the amazing pleasure that my body was experiencing. I honestly did not know that anything - absolutely anything - could ever feel this shockingly good.


Meanwhile, King stood above me, panting, dripping his drool on the pavement in front of my face, his massive front paws on either side of my head. He stayed still, allowing his pulsing penis to do its work. His pulses and spurts seemed to simply continue further aftershocks in me. I didn't reach another orgasm like I had, but I continued to have body-wracking spasms and pulses of orgasm from my clit as his penis continued to spurt and my vagina continued to massage his knot. We stayed tied for well over 20 minutes, though my orgasms finally ended about 12 minutes in to the tie. The last several minutes I simply remained in position, ass in the air, accepting more of Kings sperm and enjoying the feel of him so deeply embedded inside me.


I enjoyed this time. Somehow, it allowed me to assimilate and accept what had happened. The deeply satisfying feeling of sex washed over me during this time and I felt like a real, sexual woman for the first time in my life. I felt completely satisfied and fulfilled by my lover. I experienced the warmth of the night, the roughness of the concrete under me, the softness of Kings fur against my naked ass, the feel of the soft, furry ring of King's sheeth pressed between my labia minora and against my introitus, the sound of his hoarse breathing as he completed depositing his sperm inside me, the small little gasps of pleasure I let out at each little after shock and at the feel of his warm sperm inside me (yes, I could feel it).


Then suddenly King stepped back and away and his much reduced knot plopped out of me with a sharp pain, followed immediately by the entire length of his massive penis, slithering out of me like a snake. A second later, bright, white semen gushed out of me and ran down the insides of my thighs and down my stomach and into my bush. I almost came again at the image of King's bright white semen tangled in my red pubic hair. I don't know why that image excited me so much, but it did. Actually, to this day, the sight of a canine lover's semen in my pubic hair gets me so excited that I'm ready to be mounted again very quickly.


I was hit with a powerful odor that was a mix of King's dog smell, my sweat and body odor, a thick haze of my musky pussy odor and sharp undercurrents of King's metallic-smelling semen. Then I collapsed on my right side, truly unable to do anything but lay there, my entire body completely drained of any energy whatsoever, while I felt King's cum continue to run out of my vagina and down the back of my right thigh and my right ass cheek. I lay there, in a haze of satisfied pleasure, for well over 30 minutes. If someone had been there, they would have seen a look of complete sexual satiation on my face. My eyes were heavy-lidded, though not closed, and my mouth remained in a satisfied smirk. I had done it, and it had been way, way better than my wildest dreams or imaginations could have expected. How often in life does that happen?


Finally I looked around for King and saw him, laying on his pad, licking his much smaller cock and looking extremely satisfied with himself. I crawled to my hands and knees, my body still quivering, and slowly made it to the cage entrance, opened it, and crawled out, shutting it behind me. I gathered my clothes, slowly, then finally, managed to drag them onto me, without cleaning, and got to my feet, then made it to the office where I grabbed a towel and threw it on the front seat of my car and drove home.



Once home, I went inside, stripped, took a shower, douched, rubbed lotion into my body, especially into my brutally used pussy, then fell, completely naked, into bed. I drifted slowly to sleep with the memory of King's penis, deeply embedded inside my vagina, pressed hard against the back wall, spurting his hot, thick semen against that wall, and what that had done to me.