Claire Davis arrived home from school and opened the front door. Like every other day, Duke, the family dog, was waiting for her. He wagged his tail so hard it made loud thumping noises when it hit the floor. He smiled at Claire, showing his white teeth and long pink tongue. He looked up at her happily. He was always very excited to see her.
"Oh no, you don't Duke. You can't look at me with those big puppy-dog eyes and act like nothing happened yesterday. You were a very naughty boy, Duke!" She shook her finger at Duke. He had tried to mount her yesterday while playing one of their sexy, naughty, games.
"You might have missed my kitty and shoved your big dick up my butt-hole!" Claire admonished. She recalled her wet, gaping, sphincter after the incessant probing of Duke's warm, wet, tongue. If she hadn't dropped to the bed immediately after she felt his wet dick poking her ass and sliding along her pussy lips, who knows what might have happened? Well, she had a pretty good idea what might have happened since she had been thinking about it all day at school and most of last night. Even in her dreams she relieved it.
Claire was about to chastise Duke some more but remembered Mrs. Hill's obedience training. She couldn't scold Duke for something he did yesterday or even an hour ago. He would only assume his master was being mean to him for no reason at all.
"You big goofy dog," Claire said. She immediately forgave him and scratched him behind his ears. She would just have to train him better; to know what was acceptable, and what was not.
Then, she remembered overhearing her father and mother this morning and shared the good news with Duke.
"Oh! Daddy says you're getting laid this weekend! One of the doggy-bitches came in heat, so you're going to have a real doggy-date!" Claire squatted down to pet her dog. Claire looked Duke in the eyes and then rubbed noses with him. She had to wipe Duke's affectionate slobber from her cheek and lips.
"A real date! Are you excited, Duke? You'll finally get to fuck some doggy-bitch and shoot your sweet doggy-stuff inside of her. I bet you will make some pretty little puppies!" Claire teased. She took the opportunity to feel Duke's cock through his sheath as she petted him, pleased to know he was already slightly aroused just from seeing her again.
"Maybe if you start fucking some doggy-bitches, you'll stop trying to fuck me, you horny dog!"
As Claire said the words, she felt an odd twinge of jealousy. After all, she considered Duke her lover and the only boyfriend she ever had. In the back of her mind, she wasn't sure she wanted to share him; even with a female dog. "Oh, well," she was just being silly. Claire shook her head, trying to fling those crazy thoughts from her mind.
She led Duke outside, watched him pee, and let him back in. Duke followed her to her bedroom.
Claire sighed as she removed her clothes. Last night, after everyone had gone to sleep, she laid in bed thinking about what almost happened. What if Duke had plunged his hard dog dick inside of her? She was sure it would hurt, in either her pussy or her ass - especially her ass - he was so big!
Making love to Duke was something she had never contemplated. Actually fucking her dog, even after everything else they had done together, had never entered her mind. Of course, she never thought she would be jacking off a dog every day or sucking doggy-dick and slurping doggy-cum either. And now, some strange dog-bitch would soon be taking his virginity. It's not like she was ever going to fuck her dog anyway. She had nothing to be jealous of, she told herself.
Of course, Claire liked putting things into her hungry pussy. She liked the feeling and enjoyed watching her pussy swallow things, like pencils, her fingers and her hairbrush handle, but definitely not Duke's dick! She realized lately she had been neglecting the insides of her teenage pussy. The more Claire thought of having something stretching and filling her tight twat, the more she wanted it. She recall how good it felt to open her pussy lips with her hairbrush handle, push it into her wet hole, and fuck herself while she diddled her little clitty. She hadn't used her hairbrush since she discovered Duke's, warm, wet tongue. It seemed like ages ago. That was about to change, she decided, but it would have to wait. Duke's training came first.
Claire stripped off all of her clothes as Duke watched. He salivated in a typical Pavlov's response and licked his lips when Claire pulled down her panties. She had second thoughts and decided to keep her panties on for a while. Her virgin pussy was safer covered, to protect it from her lecherous dog.
"Duke, you have to learn you can't fuck your momma." Claire began, "Even if she's on all fours with her ass in the air like a bitch in heat. You can fuck your doggy bitches, but you can't fuck me, understand?"
Claire got on the floor in the same position as last night. Her breasts hung down and swayed slightly. Her panty covered ass was raised high. She knew this training was necessary. How else could she enjoy Duke's tongue lapping at her pussy and ass without worrying about him trying to mount her? Just like she had trained him not to hump her and her mother's legs, she was going to train him to not try to fuck her pussy.
Claire looked behind her. Duke was waiting patiently, sitting on his haunches, his little, red, dick poking out.
Claire wiggled her ass. Duke whined slightly, but waited for a command.
"Good dog, Duke," Claire said. "OK, now, Sniff-the-Bitch, Duke." Claire was rewarding him and testing him at the same time.
Duke jumped up and began to sniff Claire's ass and pussy, tickling her thighs with his hairy snout. Claire giggled for a moment and then made him stop. Then she did it again. On the third try, Duke started to mount her. Claire immediately corrected him. She repeated the cycle a few more times. Duke was slowly learning not to climb on his bitch and mate with her, no matter how badly he wanted it.
Claire thought Duke needed to be extra horny before she could trust his new training and freely expose her unprotected sex to him again. She stood up and took off her panties. She let him sniff them before tossing the damp cloth into the hamper.