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A week before her trip to her sister's wedding, my friend was told that the dog kennel resort she normally has her dog, Buster, lodged at had temporarily closed for updates to the infrastructure. Desperate, she called me, begging me to dog-sit him the next week. I personally wasn't a huge fan of living with dogs (they're loud, kind of needy, and need way more exercise than I have the energy for after work), but I conceded given the circumstances. After all, it was only for a week, how bad could it be?
When the day came for me to take in Buster for the week, my friend helped me unload and set up all his things - food and water bowls, food, treats, toys, a leash, and his kennel. "I swear, he'll be such a good boy for you," she insisted. I nodded and gave a resigned "yeah, yeah." I didn't want her to feel guilty. This wasn't her ideal plan either, but finding another trustworthy dog kennel resort with availability for an entire week, one week prior? That wasn't going to happen. I waved her off as she left, but not before she gave Buster plenty of kisses and pets and promises to be back soon. As she drove off, Buster sat by the door and watched her car depart. With him still and quiet, I was able to observe him a little better.
Buster was a beautiful Golden Shepherd: he had the German Shepherd fur patterns, but what was normally brown was dirty blond, and his hair was longer with a silky sheen akin to Golden Retrievers. His ears and tail were telltale of his retriever side, but his stature was becoming of the shepherd. He was a very handsome dog, and surprisingly, calm, and quiet too. For the moment, anyway.
Twenty minutes after she left, Buster was roughhousing with his toys, shaking around a knotted rope. He brought it up to me, looking up at me expectantly; I couldn't deny his pretty eyes begging me to play, and before I knew it, hours had passed with me playing tug-of-war, fetch, and chase. Soon, he was whining and pacing near the door, indicating he needed to go to the bathroom.
As I walked him around the block to let him go to the bathroom and get his time outside, I crossed paths with one of my neighbors who was out walking his own dog.
"Hey Spencer, how's it going?" I greeted as we approached one another.
"It’s going good! Did you get a new dog?" Spencer responded, leaning down to pet Buster's silky soft fur.
"Ah, no, I'm pet-sitting for a friend," I explained. "This is her Golden Shepherd, Buster."
"Well, aren't you a handsome young fella, Buster," Spencer cooed, rubbing his ears before standing back up straight.
The two of us chatted for a few minutes, our attention away from the dogs, before I felt a tug on the leash.
"Hey- hey! Buster, no!" I scolded, gently tugging on the leash to get him off Spencer's dog. While we had been talking, Buster had managed to halfway mount Spencer's Labradoodle, Misty. Buster climbed off my neighbor's dog, panting slightly but looking apologetic, nonetheless.
"I am so sorry, Spencer," I said with a look of complete embarrassment. My neighbor laughed.
"It’s all good! I'm sure Misty is happy she can still tempt youngsters like Buster," he joked, grinning. "Don't sweat it."
We said our goodbyes and parted ways. The walk with Buster lasted about 10 more minutes before we were back at my place. I unhooked the leash and set it on top of Buster's kennel, watching him wander into the living room area.
I noticed that some of the water in Buster's bowl had spilled onto the kennel floor and grabbed a towel; I wanted to keep his space clean. I got down on my hands and knees, beginning to sop up the water, when I saw Buster circle the corner. I thought nothing of it until I felt paws on my back. Before I could turn and face him, Buster had his weight against my back; I could feel his hips working against my backside.
"Buster, down!!" I shouted, sitting up. The dog removed himself off me and backed off; when I turned to face him, he was giving me a wide-eyed apologetic look, his head low. I wanted to scold him further, but the look he was giving me convinced me otherwise. I sighed and shook my head.
It took me a minute to return to my cleaning, my glance falling onto Buster's half hard length as I began to turn my attention back to the task at hand. It was a dark pink - nearly red - and shiny, the head tapered at an angle. It slowly retreated into its sheath, no longer having any other source to slide into. Buster panted while I stared at his cock; I could feel a warm sensation pool into my gut, but I ignored it and went back to cleaning.
Later that day, things went on as normal; Buster was fed, walked around the block for another bathroom break, and given free access to roam around the house and explore his temporary home. As evening approached, I settled down on the couch and turned on the television. About 10 minutes later, Buster comes into the living room; he sniffs around a little bit, notices the empty couch space next to me, and jumps up, laying down and rolling over onto his back.
With the goofiest, cutest look on his face, I couldn't resist giving him belly rubs. Just like earlier, I noticed his cock beginning to emerge from its sheath. My eyes were immediately transfixed on it, watching it expand and withdraw, teetering between emerging fully and retreating inside the sheath. A thought crossed my mind – one I should’ve been ashamed to think, but I couldn't feel that shame as a began to reach for it-
Suddenly, my phone began to ring. I was pulled out of my thoughts, feeling my cheeks redden in embarrassment as I answered the phone.
“Hello?”
“Hey Will!” I heard the familiar voice greet me through the phone speaker.
“Hey, what’s up? Did the flight go well?”
“Yeah, I’m finally in California; it’s gorgeous here. How’s Buster? Has he given you any trouble at all?”
I glanced over at the young dog, still on his back, cock still halfway out of its sheath.
“No trouble at all,” I reassured, deciding not to tell her about the incident with Misty – or me. “He’s been an angel. Energetic, but an angel.”
“Ohh that’s so good to hear! Sounds like he really likes you. And again, I really appreciate you doing this for me, Will.”
“It’s no problem. Honestly, it’s kind of nice to have someone else in the house, and at least I don’t have to worry about him eating my food.”
We both laughed at my remark and chatted for 15 more minutes, before her taxi arrived to bring her to her hotel. We said our goodbyes and I hung up the phone, looking back over at Buster. He was rolled over at that point and resting his head on his legs, staring at the TV. I sighed and grabbed the remote, turning it on before getting up and heading to my room.
I figured the noise would keep Buster company as I closed my door most of the way, a heavy feeling settling in my chest, causing my breath to deepen. I reached into the bottom drawer of my nightstand, pulling out a bullet vibe. I needed to get off before I did something stupid, I decided.
I stripped myself of my clothes and crawled up into my bed, turning on the small device. The moment I heard the buzzing I could feel my clit begin to swell, and it didn’t take long for me to start massaging it with the vibrator. I tipped my head back, eyes closed, panting softly as I rubbed the silicone material against the sensitive area, the toy slick with my own fluids.
I felt myself begin to get close when the bed dipped at the side, breaking my concentration as I opened my eyes and looked over; Buster had pushed open my door and entered my room, and his front paws were on my bed. He was panting, tail wagging, looking at me intently. I could see his cock sticking out again, and I felt disgusted with myself as I scooted over, patting the bed to encourage him to climb up.
Buster pulled himself up with ease, balancing himself before immediately nosing at my crotch. I gasped as I felt his wet nose rub against my mound, letting out a low moan as his tongue slid itself in between my slit. He wasted no time after that first lick, eating me out enthusiastically; I could feel his tongue push up inside me at points with the force of his movements, his snout intently buried into my pussy.
I could feel myself begin to get close again when he pulled away. I looked at him with a dazed expression, my eyes trailing down to his crotch; his cock was sticking out more than it had been prior, dribbling a little bit as it bobbed up and down with his pants. I shifted up and crawled over, wrapping my hand around his shaft. It was warm and slightly slick, but I knew I’d need more than that natural lubrication. I brought the tip to my mouth, beginning to suck at it before bobbing my head down further. I moved my hand down to his sheath, beginning to jack him off as I sucked his cock, tasting his salty, warm precum that spurted over and over into my mouth.
Finally, I pulled off him. Both of us were panting heavily, and it was clear what we wanted. I wanted to feel more ashamed of myself, but I was lost in my own desire as I turned around and got on my forearms and knees, sticking up my rear. I could feel Buster approach, sniffing my exposed holes before beginning to eat me out again, making me moan. After a couple more licks, I felt his paws on my back, feeling him pull himself closer as his weight began to shift more onto me. His hips pushed against mine, trying to find his mark; the moment I felt him enter me, my eyes rolled into the back of my head. Buster wasted no time, fucking me furiously, his front paws pulling me close to him, forcing himself in deeper and deeper. “Fuck! That’s it, Buster. Good boy, good boy Buster, fuck me deep, make me your bitch,” I moaned.
I began to feel something large push at my hole, remembering the special feature male dogs possess: their cock’s knot. Buster’s thrusts got harder and far more forceful, his front paws pulling me back towards him as he shoved his hips harshly against me. I flexed my muscles to try and open my hole, knowing what he wanted – I wanted it too. I wanted him to lock himself inside me, tie me and make me his. “That’s it, Buster,” I moaned, “that’s it. I’m your bitch, I’m your bitch, breed me Buster, breed me-”
With a borderline violent thrust, Buster achieved his goal, penetrating deep into me as he forced his knot inside. I moaned loudly, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the pressure built against my g-spot. He continued to thrust against me, panting heavily from the energy used to fuck me vigorously. Before long, I began to feel his balls twitch against my rear; the pressure inside me building even more alongside a warmth spreading inside my lower abdomen.
The feeling of Buster filling me with his seed pushed me over the edge, my toes curling as I cum, the involuntary flexing of my vaginal muscles bringing forth more of Buster’s, his cock pulsing inside me as we climaxed together. My arms gave out as my face hit the mattress, my legs somehow staying in position, keeping my ass up in the air. Buster gyrated his hips a little more, continuing to pant as he kept himself locked inside me, spurting more and more of his seed into me.
We stayed tied for what seemed like both forever and brief before I began to feel fluid running down the back of my thighs. Buster started to shift and suddenly, the pressure inside me released as his cock slipped out of me, more of his cum leaking out as he made himself comfortable at the foot of my bed. My legs finally gave out as the rest of me collapsed onto the bed, barely able to think about what I just did with my friend’s dog. Between the adrenaline rush of the new experience and the mind-blowing orgasms, fatigue hit me like a brick wall, and I passed out.
I woke up later to Buster’s tongue going to work on my slit, unable to fight the overwhelming urge to engage in pleasure as I raised my hips, letting Buster mount and breed me again. The rest of the week was spent indulging in his insatiable libido; when I wasn’t as work, I was busy getting busy with the dog. He ended up sleeping in my bed the whole week as opposed to his kennel, and I ended up wearing only a shirt whenever I was home, keeping myself prepared for Buster.
When my friend came back from her sister’s wedding, I was sad to see Buster go, letting her know I was more than happy to dogsit Buster any time; we spent a lot more time hanging out at her place too. Whenever him and I were alone – if she had to run to the store or decided to take shower – I’d get him off. And when we had more alone time together, he’d get me off too. As long as Buster wanted it, I was more than happy to provide it, and my friend was none the wiser that I was pleasure partners with her dog.