Dogging Around
With Sydney Sweeney
Written by TheLW
Codes: MF, Blowjob, Pet Play, Rough Sex, Throat Fuck, Verbal Degradation
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
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(Story Inspired by Pix)
I knew exactly what time it would be when the knock came.
Every Saturday night, like clockwork, Sydney Sweeney showed up at my door ready to be my perfect little bitch. It had become our filthy weekly routine, and I lived for it. I’d spent the afternoon cleaning up the place, dimming the lights, and making sure everything was good for tonight. My cock was already half-hard with anticipation by the time the sharp, familiar rap sounded against the wood.
I opened the door without hesitation.
There she was, Sydney, looking every bit the eager puppy she came to play as. Her long honey-blonde hair cascaded in thick waves down her back. The brown leather headband with oversized floppy dog ears sat perfectly on her head, bouncing slightly as she shifted her weight. A cute black nose was painted on the tip of her perfect little nose, and her wide blue eyes sparkled with that mix of excitement and submission I loved so much. The tight brown satin corset hugged her waist and pushed her full, heavy tits up and out, the deep cleavage already glistening with a faint sheen of nervous sweat. A skimpy black thong disappeared between the cheeks of her perfect ass, and the thick, plush brown tail swayed behind her with every little movement. A black leather collar was already fastened around her throat, and she held the matching leash in one manicured hand, dangling it like the offering it was.
“Master,” she said, voice soft and breathy, cheeks flushing pink the second our eyes met. “Your little bitch is here for our Saturday night routine. I’ve been thinking about this all week.”
My cock throbbed fully hard at her words. I stepped aside, letting her slip past me into the apartment. The faint sweet scent of vanilla and pure female heat followed her in. I closed the door and locked it firmly, the sound echoing like a starting gun.
Sydney didn’t wait for instructions. She turned in the middle of the living room, dropped gracefully to her knees on the rug, and looked up at me with those big, pleading eyes. The leash pooled on the floor between her spread thighs. “I’m ready, Master. Use your good little puppy however you want tonight.”
I reached down and took the leash from her hand, the warm leather sliding through my fingers. I gave it a light tug, watching her neck arch beautifully and her tits jiggle in the corset. “On all fours, bitch.”
She obeyed instantly, dropping forward onto her hands and knees, ass high in the air, back arched deep. The tail curled upward invitingly. Her thong was already dark with wetness at the crotch. Those full breasts hung heavy beneath her, nipples stiff and pressing against the satin.
“Bark for me,” I commanded.
Sydney didn’t hesitate this time. “ARF! ARF!” The sound was high and eager. I yanked the leash a little sharper.
“Louder. Real dog barks. Show me what a desperate little bitch you are.”
“ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!” she barked loudly, the noise filling the room. Her cheeks burned bright red, but her hips rocked back toward me, pussy clearly aching for attention.
I circled behind her. “Good girl.” My hand glided across the curve of her backside, her skin radiating warmth beneath my palm. Between her cheeks sat the thick plug with its decorative tail. When I pulled it gently, a soft whimper escaped her lips. “Again,” I commanded.
“ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!” Even louder, raw and needy. Her whole body trembled with anticipation.
I wrapped the leash tight around my fist and pulled it taut, forcing her head up. “Who’s a good little bitch?”
Her eyes locked with mine, pupils dilated with need as she whispered, “Yours, Master... completely at your command,” the last word catching in her throat.
I dropped to my knees right there on the living room rug, yanked her soaked thong to the side, and slammed my thick cock into her dripping pussy in one hard, deep thrust.
“Fuuuuck!” she cried out, the word instantly melting into another sharp “ARF!” as I bottomed out inside of her.
We never started slow. Our ritual began at full intensity, my hips driving forward relentlessly from the first moment of connection. Each powerful thrust created a rhythm of flesh meeting flesh, her synthetic tail fluttering against my abdomen with each impact. The leather leash remained coiled firmly around my hand, and I tugged it strategically, causing her spine to curve dramatically as the collar pressed against her windpipe with precisely the right pressure. The sounds of our union reverberated throughout the empty apartment.
“ARF! ARF!” she barked between broken moans, her voice punched out of her by the relentless pounding. “Master... fuck... your bitch... ARF!”
“That’s right. Take your Master’s cock like the filthy little puppy you are. This is what you come here for every Saturday.”
I pounded into her even faster, the corset creaking with every powerful impact. Her knees slid on the rug as I railed her. I could already feel her walls fluttering and clenching around me, greedy for more. I didn’t slow down for a second. Instead, I pulled the leash harder, cutting off her air just enough to make her next bark come out strangled and desperate.
“I’m a g-good little bitch... ARF! ARF!” Drool slipped from the corner of her parted lips.
“Good fucking girl,” I growled, releasing the leash slightly so she could catch her breath. “You like being my bitch, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, pushing back against me with every thrust. “Please don’t stop.”
I grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her head back as I leaned over her back, my chest pressing against the corset’s stays. “You don’t get to tell me what to do,” I whispered in her ear. “You’re just a dog.”
“Yes,” Sydney gasped, her voice barely recognizable. “Just a dog. Your dog.”
I released her hair, letting her head fall forward again. With a firm grip on her hips, I increased my pace. The bedroom filled with the sound of skin against skin, her breathless moans, and the occasional “arf” when I tugged the leash.
“Who owns you?” I demanded, slowing my movements just enough to make her squirm.
“You do,” she panted, pushing back against me. “Only you.”
“That’s right.” I wrapped the leash around my fist, pulling her upright until her back pressed against my chest. Her neck arched beautifully, throat exposed beneath the leather collar. “And you’ll do anything I say.”
Her answer was lost in a cry as I found the spot inside that made her see stars. Sydney’swhole body trembled, muscles tensing. I kept my pace steady, watching her unravel with each thrust.
“Please,” she begged, fingers clawing at the air. “I’m going to...“
“Not yet.”
I pulled out abruptly, making Sydney whine pitifully, then used the leash to drag her crawling on all fours down the hallway toward the bedroom. She moved eagerly, ass swaying, tail wagging, barking every few steps like the obedient pet she was. “ARF! ARF! Master, please... your bitch needs more!”
Once in the bedroom, I shoved her roughly onto the bed, face down, ass up high. The leash never left my hand. Before she could even settle, I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back sharply.
“Open that pretty mouth, bitch. Master needs to fuck your throat.”
Sydney whimpered eagerly, lips parting wide as I climbed onto the bed in front of her. I didn’t give her time to adjust. I shoved my thick, throbbing cock straight past her lips and drove deep into her warm, wet mouth in one rough thrust. She gagged instantly, eyes watering, but I kept pushing until I felt the tight ring of her throat squeezing around the head.
“That’s it, take every inch like a good little bitch,” I growled, wrapping the leash tighter around my fist for leverage.
I started fucking Sydney's face hard and fast, no mercy, hips snapping forward so my balls slapped against her chin with every hard thrust. Saliva poured from the corners of her stretched lips, dripping down onto the sheets and her corset. The dog ears flopped wildly with each thrust. Her throat convulsed and gurgled obscenely around my cock as I railed it without slowing down.
“Glk... glk... glk!” choked sounds mixed with desperate little “Arf... arf...” whimpers whenever I pulled back enough for Sydney to breathe.
I tugged the leash sharply, drawing her all the way down until her face was flush against me, my length disappearing completely into her mouth. “Let me hear those puppy sounds while I use your throat.”
Sydney attempted the command, she really did, but her throat constricting around me as she forced out muffled, guttural sounds, “Mmmph, ARF! ARF!” Each vibration sent waves of pleasure through me. Mascara-stained tears tracked down her flushed cheeks, but her gaze never wavered from mine, her eyes communicating complete surrender and desperate need.
I face-fucked her like that for several long minutes, using her throat like a toy, pulling the leash to control the depth and rhythm. Every time she gagged hard I pulled back just enough to let her gasp a desperate “ARF! ARF!” before slamming back in. Her tits swayed beneath her, nipples hard, and I could see her thighs squeezing together, pussy dripping onto the sheets from the rough treatment.
“Such a good throat-slut,” I praised, voice rough. “This is what my bitch is for, getting her face ruined before I fuck her cunt again.”
I withdrew suddenly, leaving her gasping for air. Saliva glistened on her chin as she caught her breath, then broke into that familiar hoarse sound: “ARF! ARF! ARF! Thank you, Master...”
She barely had time to gasp before I repositioned her, face pressed into the mattress, hips raised high. I kept the leash coiled firmly around my fist as I mounted her from behind. With a single fierce motion, I plunged back into her dripping, eager heat. My rhythm was relentless, quick, merciless thrusts that sent her lurching forward with each impact, the bed frame knocking against the wall in a steady, unmistakable cadence.
“ARF! ARF! ARF!” she howled into the sheets, voice muffled but still loud, throat raw from the face-fucking.
I leaned over her back, my chest pressed tight to her shoulders, and growled hotly against her ear. “Who’s a good little bitch?”
“Me! I’m Master’s good little bitch! ARF! ARF!”
I jerked the leash tight against Sydney’s throat as I drove into her relentlessly. Her inner muscles clenched around me in waves. The climax hit her like electricity, her strangled moan transformed into desperate animalistic sounds, “ARF! ARF! ARF!”, her limbs trembling beyond control while the wetness flooded between us with each punishing thrust.
I didn’t stop or slow down. I kept railing her straight through her orgasm, the wet squelching sounds even filthier now. “Again. Bark while you cum for your Master, bitch.”
Sydney obeyed, broken desperate barks spilling out of her as a second orgasm crashed through her almost immediately after the first. I could feel her cervix kissing the head of my cock with every deep thrust.
I flipped her onto her back for a moment, just to drink in the sight of her flushed face, mascara already starting to run, lips swollen and glossy with spit, dog ears slightly askew on her head. I shoved her legs wide apart, hooked them over my shoulders, and slammed back inside her. The leash stayed wrapped around my fist, I pulled it tight across her throat like a harness, choking her lightly as I fucked her senseless with deep, jackhammer like pumps of my cock.
“Master... Master... your bitch... ARF! ARF!” Her eyes rolled back, tongue lolling slightly.
My own orgasm was building fast, a hot tight coil at the base of my spine. I pounded her harder, sweat dripping from my chest onto her heaving tits. The corset was completely soaked through now, her nipples stiff and begging for attention.
“Tell me whose cunt this is,” I snarled, never slowing my brutal rhythm.
“Master’s! Your bitch’s cunt belongs to you... ARF! ARF! ARF!”
I yanked the leash hard, cutting off her air as I buried myself to the hilt. My cock pulsed and throbbed, flooding her tight pussy with thick, hot ropes of cum. She came again right with me, barking wildly, her whole body convulsing beneath mine as her walls milked every drop from me.
I stayed buried deep, grinding slow circles inside her, letting her greedy cunt squeeze out the last of my load. Then I pulled out, watching my cum already leak from her well-fucked hole. Without giving her much rest, I flipped her back onto all fours, slid back into her slick, cum-filled pussy in one smooth thrust, and started fucking her again, still hard, still fast, using my own load as extra lube.
“Round two, bitch,” I growled, voice rough with lust. “Bark for your Master.”
“ARF! ARF! ARF!” she sobbed happily, pushing her ass back onto my cock eagerly.
I kept the leash tight, giving it sharp tugs to choke her lightly every time I bottomed out. Her tail bounced wildly against my stomach with every thrust. I reached down and tugged on the base of the plug, making her yelp and clench even harder around me. The bedroom filled with the constant obscene slap of skin on skin, her hoarse broken barks, and my low, filthy commands and praise.
“Who’s a good little bitch?”
“Me, Master! I’m your good little bitch... ARF! ARF! ARF!”
I fucked her like that for what felt like hours, switching positions between the bed and the floor, bending her over the dresser so I could watch her wrecked face in the mirror while I railed her mercilessly from behind. Every single time she came, she barked for me. Every time I asked, she answered obediently. I pulled the leash until her eyes watered and her voice turned raw and hoarse. Between rounds I made her lick her own juices and my cum clean off my cock, all while she continued barking like a desperate little dog in heat.
When I finally reached my second climax, buried to the hilt, my hips pressed firmly against her backside as she vocalized her ecstasy. Dark makeup trailed down her face, her hair a disheveled storm, the costume ears tilted at odd angles. Her elaborate garment hung crooked and damp, while evidence of our shared passion glistened on her trembling legs.
I collapsed onto the bed beside her, leash still looped around my wrist, and pulled her limp, trembling body against my chest. She nuzzled into my neck immediately, panting softly.
I ran my fingers through her tangled hair, my voice dropping to a whisper. “You did so well tonight. No one’s ever been as perfect for me as you are. Same time next Saturday?”
She smiled against my skin, her eyes heavy with satisfaction. Her voice came out hoarse from our play. “Yes, Master... I’ll be counting the days. Tonight was everything I needed.”
I kissed the top of her head, the soft leather ears tickling my lips, and felt the satisfied throb of my spent cock resting against her thigh. She curled up tighter against me, collar still snug around her neck, ready and eager for whatever command I gave her next, or for next week’s Saturday night all over again.
The End