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My son, Jason, brought over a stray he'd picked up at work. Said he couldn't handle him and would have to take him to the pound otherwise.
I don't know why he thought I could handle him. In fact, the opposite happened: the large Rott handled me.
My son, Jason, brought over a stray he'd picked up at work. Said he couldn't handle him and would have to take him to the pound otherwise.
I don't know why he thought I could handle him. In fact, the opposite happened: the large Rott handled me.
Booker was just the cutest little thing. I say little, he was at least a year old. But he still had much of that puppy look and charm.
At first we got along just fine, but once I started trying to train him, things began to change.
Most notably, his demeanor. He started to become much more stubborn and belligerent. I'd trained many dogs and a lot of them went through this kind of stage, but with Booker, it was different.
Not only did he snip and act out, but he started becoming...sexual. And I was the object of his affection.
Unfortunately.
READ MOREIt began with him innocently rubbing himself against me. Then when I went to say something, I noticed a wet spot on my leg. I thought he'd peed on me, but this wasn't pee.
He was marking me with his cum. He was using my leg as a substitute bitch.
In other words, I was his bitch.
I tried to shoo him away, but that just made him more aggressive. I had to stand there and let him spurt his cum all over my leg.
No amount of discipline would deter him, either.
One morning, I awoke to him practically sitting on my face.
"Booker! What in the sam hell are you doing?" I asked as I tried to get the big brute off me.
Instead of getting up like a good dog would, he chose that opportunity to stick his sick, throbbing red rocket right between my lips and into my mouth.
Oh my God! I gagged.
But that wasn't the worst of it. He was cumming.
And I tasted that shit. I tasted Booker's thin, salty dog cum as it shot straight down my throat and into my mouth.
It took me several moments before it registered what the beast was doing!
"Booker! Bad dog!" I swatted him away.
Then he growled.
He'd growled at me before, but not like this. His menacing snarl sent shivers of fear spiraling up my spine.
I'd never been so frightened of anything in all my life.
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