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By HanSolo
Sandy is hungry for more doggie sex and lets her whole kennel take her
The morning sun poured through the windows, painting Sandy’s room in hues of gold and amber. She awoke with a body that ached in places she didn’t know could hurt, yet the sensation was tinged with a deep, satisfying pleasure. The memory of last night with Zeus and Thor lingered, an erotic echo in her mind.
After a moment of contemplation, Sandy rose from her bed, her movements slow and deliberate. She tidied the living room, folding the blankets that had seen so much action the night before, her heart racing as she recalled each touch, each thrust. Once the room was back to its usual state, she slipped into a large, comfortable t-shirt nightie that hung loosely around her, offering a sense of normalcy in an otherwise surreal moment.
She made her way to the kitchen, her hunger more for normalcy than food, but she prepared a light breakfast nonetheless. As she ate, she glanced out the window, seeing Zeus and Thor in their kennel, calm and composed, a stark contrast to their wild, passionate selves from the night before.
After breakfast, she returned them to their kennel, then turned her attention to the other dogs. Saturdays were generally quiet, with no dog walking or home visits needed, so her focus was solely on the care of the kenneled dogs. She went about her routine, feeding each one, refilling water bowls, and ensuring they were all comfortable.
Once her chores were done, Sandy decided to let all the dogs out for a run in the garden. The air was crisp, the grass still dewy, as nine dogs, including Thor and Zeus, scampered out, their tails wagging with joy. Watching them, she felt a rush of exhilaration, their freedom mirroring her own sense of liberation.
The dogs, sensing her heightened state, were particularly playful. Max, a sleek greyhound, was the first to approach, his nose delving between her legs. The sensation sent a thrill through Sandy, her body reacting with a flush of warmth. “Oh, Max, you naughty boy,” she giggled, feeling the first stirrings of arousal.
One by one, more dogs came, drawn by her scent. She decided, with the garden shielded from prying eyes, to shed her nightie, letting the morning sun kiss her bare skin. She ran with the dogs, her laughter filling the air as they playfully chased her.
Then, in a moment of chaos, she was tumbled to the ground, dogs licking her enthusiastically. Their tongues were everywhere — on her nipples, which hardened under their rough, wet touch, across her stomach, and between her legs, where every lick sent a jolt of pleasure through her. “Oh, yes, right there,” she moaned as one of the dogs, a playful spaniel named Charlie, focused his attention on her clit, his tongue relentless.
The sensation was overwhelming; Sandy spread her legs wider, inviting them all to partake in her pleasure. Each dog took turns, their tongues lapping at her pussy, driving her to her first orgasm. “Fuck, yes, keep going,” she gasped, her hips bucking against the wet, eager tongues. The orgasm hit like a wave, her body shuddering, her moans loud and unabashed.
Feeling emboldened, she moved to the small bench in the garden, lying down so her legs hung off one end and her head off the other. The first to mount her was Brutus, a muscular bulldog. His cock found her entrance with surprising accuracy, sliding into her with a stretch that was both painful and exquisite. “Oh, God, Brutus, you’re so big,” Sandy moaned, feeling every inch of him push inside her, stretching her pussy in a way that made her toes curl.
His thrusts were deep, each one hitting a spot that made her see stars. “Harder, Brutus, fuck me harder,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. Then came the knot, swelling inside her, locking them together. The sensation was intense, filling her to the brink, each pulse of his cock sending shivers up her spine as he began to ejaculate. His cum was hot, thick, flooding her already sensitive passage. “Yes, fill me up,” she panted, her pussy clenching around his knot, milking him as another orgasm crashed over her, her legs trembling, her breath catching in her throat.
Simultaneously, another dog, a golden retriever named Leo, positioned himself over her head. His cock nudged her lips, and she took him in, the taste of him, the feel of his hardness in her mouth, adding to her arousal. His movements were urgent, his knot pressing against her lips as he thrust. “Mmm, Leo, you’re so good,” she hummed around his girth, her words vibrating against him. He came with a force that made her swallow quickly, his cum warm and salty, some spilling down her chin as she struggled to take it all.
One by one, all seven male dogs took their turns, each penetration feeling like a revelation. With each new dog, there was the initial sharp stretch, followed by the deep, fulfilling thrust. The sensation of being knotted was a unique blend of pain and pleasure; the stretch was immense, making her feel full, stretched, and owned by the moment. Each knot brought a new wave of ejaculation, the hot spill inside her adding to her ecstasy, her pussy clamping down, her body writhing in the throes of continuous orgasms.
“More, I want more,” she found herself saying, lost in the sea of sensations. Each dog’s approach was different — some gentle, some aggressive, but all were driven by instinct.
Sandy lost count after a while, her body a playground of pleasure, her moans a continuous melody of “Yes, yes, oh fuck, yes,” as each dog entered her. She felt the hot cum of each one, the knot locking her to them, creating a bond of primal intimacy. Her orgasms were relentless, each one building on the last, her body shaking, her mind floating in a haze of lust and satisfaction.
As the morning turned into early afternoon, the dogs, one by one, seemed sated, lying down around her, panting. Sandy lay there, her body slick with sweat, cum, and dog saliva, her mind a whirl of conflicting emotions. The garden, once just a place for play, had become a sacred ground where she had explored the darkest, most thrilling corners of her desires.
Cleaning herself up, she felt the remnants of their cum still trickling out, a physical reminder of what had transpired. As she put the dogs back into their kennels, her thoughts were a mix of guilt, exhilaration, and a burgeoning acceptance of this new facet of her identity. She knew this day would forever change her; her business was no longer just about caring for dogs but about embracing a part of her that was wild, untamed, and deeply erotic.
As she walked back to the house, her steps were slow, each one a step further into a life where her identity was shifting, where her future was as unpredictable as the next encounter with her canine companions.
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By HanSolo
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