Pet Play: That’s A Good Boy ♕

If you think that I’m kinky, you haven’t met my best friend Jerica

Jerica’s into Pet Play. By which I mean she likes to get fucked by men dressed as dogs. A lot. Apparently, it’s an addictive practice, though I didn’t believe her at first I found out about her dirty little Pet Play secret after she picked me up to go out to a wine tasting one afternoon. I sat in the passenger’s side seat of her car. “Ouch!” I said, half-surprised, half-in-pain as I lifted my ass up off the seat and pulled out a spiked leather dog collar with the letters E-L-V-I-S in giant chrome letters around it. Jerica quickly grabbed it out of my hand and threw it in the backseat, which only piqued my curiosity. I begged her to tell me what it was, but her lips were sealed. Then we pulled up to my place.

First, she made me promise not to tell anyone. Of course, I promised, both sincerely and because I wanted to know what hunk of a man that collar belonged to. “Elvis and I,” she said calmly, “are into Pet Play.” I laughed. What the hell was that? And that’s when she told me she liked for her boyfriend, Elvis, to fuck her while dressed as a dog…”What?!”

My jaw dropped. Pet Play? It was so taboo…

I was shocked. But once she sensed I was curious, she invited me to experience it for myself. I didn’t have to do anything. Elvis would do all the work. Naturally, I was hesitant to experiment with Pet Play, and even a little grossed out. Most women don’t explore those darker desires, but after a few glasses of wine, Jerica had me convinced that at the very least it would be fun. We agreed to go back to her place.

Once I walked through the door, sure enough, Elvis, dressed like a dog, was all over her. I could not see his face or determine anything about him, due to the leather dog costume he was wearing. “Hang on, baby!” She said, “You wanna Pet Play? I’ve brought a friend!” Elvis barked, sniffed, then licked my hand, and pawed at me to come down to his level. Instinctively, I got on all fours, moved my panties aside, and then he mounted me. Within seconds his cock found my hole and his hips pumped me with an almost mechanical rhythm that I can only describe as heavy metal.

My mind went to dark, forbidden places

As Elvis pounded me, Jerica encouraged him, and me, as she held his leash. Eventually, he gave one last hard thrust and buried himself deep. Once he was in, she scratched his back and pet him lovingly as he panted in my ear, his slobber drizzling on my shoulder. The longer he stayed, the bigger he got, and the more he came. I was completely filled, every bit of me. When he dismounted–POP!–out came his still-hard cock, and cum gushed out of my pussy all over the floor. Jerica laughed and scratched Elvis behind his ears. “And that’s Pet Play, Vicky. He sure is a good boy, isn’t he?” she cooed. “Yes,” I managed to squeak out as I lay on the floor, cum still oozing out of my pussy, “he’s a very good boy.”