Ah, hm . . Well, as much as I'd like to say it was some super intense moment where we locked eyes and he pounced me, 'knowing my want' or whatever, it didn't really happen that way. By the time Boyfriend properly fucked me, I had already crossed that sexual barrier a couple times, each with its' own layer of inescapable sexual guilt. I had caught him too hard to go back into his sheath once, and (by my veterinarian's behest,) I jerked him off to completion. It was real vicious, and the guilt didn't set in until I saw his cum splattered on the bathroom tile and stared at it for a while. Like it was this unique thing I just had to have. I locked myself in the bedroom for a while after that. He didn't seem to mind, beyond wondering where I had been.

No, the first time me and Boyfriend properly had that cock-inside-me type sex, it was.. kinda weird? I had a weird date, not bad, but not as good as it should have been. I don't know why I even went out with the guy.. I guess it had just been a while? God, I don't know. Regardless, I caught an uber home, tipsy and a little sad and more than a little frustrated that I wasn't getting laid that night. Then, as always, there was my Boyfriend, alert and ready and waiting so patiently for me all night, right by the door. I pet him, took him outside, filled his bowls, then went to bed for some R&R.

I didn't even realize I had left the door just slightly unlocked until I felt his nose, wet and curious, pressing against the back of my thigh. Imagine how I felt- sad, horny, on my knees with my back arched, stuffing my asshole with about my third biggest dildo, when I felt something graze against me. Naturally, I flip out, scoot back, and only then do I realize who I'm staring at. Jesus, boy, don't scare me like that.

Of course, he's scared shitless, wondering how he upset me, so I (with it still half inside me, mind you) call him up on the bed and he crawls up (with his pecs at just the perfect angle for me to ogle) and sits next to me, sniffing me up and down. I guess he likes the smell of sweaty losers? idk.

but he leans over and drags his tongue exactly once over my belly and I moan. full body shudder. and he waits for a second and just. keeps going?

So, and I admit this is a little weird, I just start.. grinding against the dildo, feeling it slip in and out of me, and start jerking off a little. Nothing too much, just something to feel out the space. Then, I start bouncing, only when he explores more and more of my body with his tongue.

Long story short, after fifteen minutes of him tongue-bathing the desperation off of my body, I think 'oh my god fuck this' and I slip the dildo out, tossing it to the side. I think 'enough of this will-they won't-they horsecrap' and I let him decide. I've already cemented my place in dogfucker hell, I'm gonna let him decide how far we actually go. I press against the headboard and I lean back. Just enough to give him the right idea.

my GOD did he take it though. I went from breathing easy to fighting for my life in a furry haze in seconds. I felt every inch of his slimy cock emerge from his sheath, and the only time I actually touched it was to get the dregs of lube off of my hand and somewhere more useful. This was all him.

I didn't think it would actually happen, though, not until I felt the tip poking against me. I let out this whine that was so embarrassing I wasn't even comforted by the fact that my dog had no reference for what an embarrassing human noise could be. All he heard was a bitch in heat, I guess.

He didn't really have any sense of ease, though, because he slammed that thing entirely inside. It would've hurt if not for my ~30 minutes of training beforehand. But, regardless, I knew I couldn't stop him now. He was already going a mile a minute, and I was gasping for breath the whole time.

I won't say I came from that. Cumming just from anal is next to impossible, but.. I was pretty satisfied. I had a lot of time to work through that layer of sexual guilt in the hour it took for his knot to deflate . . .