Lost Dog

Chapter 1

Rowlie. That was the name on the collar, but it was the only identification the lost dog had. No home address, no phone number, no nothing. Leah couldn't do nothing, the poor thing was nosing about in the park across from her house. He actually looked cold and scared - his head was low, his tail lower. When she had approached him, he watched her, but didn't move away. He was caution, but not fearful of her, and when she had held out her hand, he had sniffed a few times, then licked her palm, cheer returning to him.

He was a sweet thing, Rowlie was, and when she started from the park back to her house, he had taken a few steps to follow her. When she turned, clapped her hands, and called for him to come, he sprang to life, tongue lolling from his jaws as he rushed to catch up.

Leah's father, Jeff, had been very reasonable. Winter was no time for a lost dog to be wandering the streets. He made Leah take Rowlie down to the local vet for a check up - don't want to bring a sick, flea-ridden dog into the house, he had said - but he had no problems giving her the money to do so.

Rowlie was a beautiful animal. Leah had thought so the moment she saw him, and even the vet voice it. Pure blood Doberman, sleek and fierce-looking. If he hadn't looked so sad on the playground, Leah would have been afraid to approach such a dog, but everything about him since showed his pleasant personality and friendly attitude.

Dr. Lawrence commented on Rowlie's superb condition - very health, no diseases, infections, or bugs of any kind. He didn't seem mistreated, nor under-fed, so he guessed Rowlie was a recent run-away and had not been out on the streets long. The owner might even live in the neighborhood where Leah found him. He took instructions very well: sit, stand, roll-over, shake, stay, down, heel. One word and he did it with all the poise and precision of a well-trained soldier, like he took pride in his ability to follow commands. Regal, was the word that came to mind when Leah watched him.

Leah's father, good to his word, had no problems having the dog in the house once the vet gave him the clean bill of health. Rowlie took to Leah immediately, following her around everywhere she went that first night, just a few steps behind her. When she sat, he would sit as close to her as he could, usually so that his body was just touching her leg, and if she remained sitting for a bit, he would lie down at her feet. When she went to bed in the evening, he curled up on the floor of her room. And when she woke up the next morning, he was ready and waiting for her, sitting on the floor, watching her sleep. She couldn't help but smile and rub his head.

Leah started her day making up fliers to post around the neighborhood to advertise that she had found Rowlie. She couldn't imagine what a state his owner must be in - wonderful companion like him gone. She took a few pictures with her digital camera and worked up a nice "Lost Dog" poster with his name and a couple shots of him. She figured she would invite her boyfriend over in the afternoon and they could go around and hang the signs. And when they got home, maybe they could slip up the her room for a little while.

Leah smiled as she thought about it. Mike wasn't her first boyfriend, but he was the first guy she had had sex with, and that was only a few months ago. At sixteen, she felt wild and alive, and after that first time, both of them were like rabbits, sneaking off whenever they could for a quicky, if that's all they could get in, or making crazy plans in order to get a little bit more time alone so that they could take their time and really enjoy each other. She loved sex, and the thought of her and Mike fucking later tonight was getting her all hot now.

She rubbed a hand between her legs, letting her palm massage her through her cotton pajamas. She moaned softly as she leaned back in her computer chair, thinking about her boyfriend in her room, ripping her cloths off in a frenzy, and then pushing her head down, down towards his hard cock, directing him to suck him. She loved it when he told her what to do, to get on her hands and knees so he could fuck her from behind. Just imagining him saying those words made her quiver with delight. And when he came in her mouth, and made her swallow all of his jizz, god how it turned her on!

Leah's hand groped under her pajama top, squeezing her tit the way Mike liked to when he felt her up. She liked how rough he could be, how strong his hands were on her hard nipples - she pinched and pulled like her would, getting herself even hornier. Her fingers caressed her pussy, feeling the heat through her pants and underwear. She moaned softly as she pleasured herself, thinking about how much more wonderful it would be to feel his hard cock sliding into her right now.

She came to with a start when she felt something bump against her hand. Leah looked down to see Rowlie's nose sniffing at her crotch. He was really interested in the scent, it seemed, and he nudged at her hand as he tried to bury his snout into her crotch. Leah was surprised at first, then she laughed, more at herself and the situation.

"Smell something you like, Rowlie?" she asked playfully as she rubbed his ears. "Nice young pussy? I guess I should take a shower and just stay hot and ready for Mike, huh?"

She gave Rowlie a little push, and he obediently backed away and sat down, though he watched her intently as she stripped off her pajamas and her panties. Leah looked at herself in the mirror - young, pretty, rather small breasts compared to some of her friends, but big enough to give a good squeeze, and that's what mattered most to her. She kept her hair to about shoulder length, and though she sometimes played with highlights, she had let them grow out and was sporting her natural dark chestnut color. She looked over her whole body, her smooth legs and hairless pussy. She had trimmed it down the night she and Mike planned to have sex, and soon after, she shaved completely, just to try it. Mike had seemed to really like the look, and sex felt so much more intense that she had decided to keep it that way. At first, she wasn't sure she liked the look, but now, she preferred it.

She wasn't a shy girl, and she thought she looked good naked. In fact, she enjoyed being naked - it made her feel sexy. She had a habit of staying that way after showers, just lounging around her room in a towel or nothing at all until she had to put something on. She wondered about tonight; what would Mike like more when they came back to her room? Her wearing something scandalous and naughty underneath her cloths, or her wearing no bra or panties at all?

She decided to go with the lingerie. She didn't have much, nothing truly risqué, not yet, anyway, but she did have a black corset with matching thong that she thought looked great on her - really lifted up her boobs and gave her a nice deep cleavage, and she had just the shirt to wear over it to show that cleavage off!

Leah kept her naughtier things in a plastic container under her bed along with the her season cloths, which at this time of year meant her bathing suits and beach towels. Not that she thought her father was one for sneaking into her room to spy on her like some of her friends' parents, but he did sometimes do her laundry for her, but only her regular cloths since her laundry basket was divided into normal and delicates and he never touched the latter, and would leave her clothes in her room for her when they were done. She found it sweet of him to do that for her, but she didn't want to have her sexy things in a drawer or in her closet just in case he randomly decided to actually put something away for her - not that he ever had in the past, but she couldn't be too careful.

She hunched over and leaned under the bed to the pull the container out. The towels were on top, but just under them was a small assortment of sex toys and lingerie. Leah only saw her mother once or twice a year, usually around Christmas time. When Leah was twelve, her mother gave her a vibrator of Christmas, explained its use, and even went on to demonstrate how to get the most pleasure out of it. Leah appreciated the gift, and though was a little embarrassed about the tutorial, she found out later just how valuable both the vibrator and the instructions were! Every Christmas since then, she got another toy from her mother as one of her gifts - she was sure her father didn't know and most likely wouldn't have approved of them had he known, so she kept them hidden.

This Christmas, her mother had gotten her a butt plug, which Leah had found odd yet amusing. She had yet to decide if she was more glad or upset that she hadn't gotten the demonstration on that particular item's use, but either way, she hadn't tried it yet. Seeing it in her box, she wondered if maybe she shouldn't give it a go sometime soon. But what would be better? Using the plug on herself first, or having Mike fuck her ass?

As she was pondering this little dilemma, getting even hornier as she considered both possibilities, she was shocked by a hot, wet lap on her bare pussy. She was on the ground on her knees leaning over her storage container, so her young, tight rear was high in the air, and was now under the most delightful assault.

The first drag of the roughness against her smooth crotch was a shock, to say the least, and her body froze in position, from the sudden jolt. The second sent a thrill shooting up her spine, and the third made her arms go weak, nearly toppling her forward. She glanced back, part of her surprised to see Rowlie's snout stuck between her legs, but another part of her mind having known exactly what was happening.

"Rowlie," she gasped, trying to tell him to stop, but the rest of her words were lost in a moan as his long, textured tongue slid across her sensitive clit and dipped into her dripping snatch. Mike had gone down on her, and while a wonderful experience, it was nothing like this! Rowlie's tongue didn't stop at her cunt, either. He licked up and across her puckered asshole, too, which made her anus twitch with pleasure.

Leah didn't move for some time, letting Rowie lick to his heart's content. He seemed to be relishing every moment of it as much as she did. Her mind was a maelstrom of thoughts - she felt that this was wrong, somehow. Dirty or sick or perverted, but her body was responding to every lick, the pleasure flooding her, she had a hard time believing that this was somehow wrong. Rowlie had started licking her, and due to where he was licking her, she was enjoying it - it wouldn't be wrong for Rowlie to lick her hand? How was this different?

Her lust won out, and after a while, there was no conflict, just pleasure. She lowered her head and pushed her ass back more, spreading her legs to open herself up to him and his seeking tongue. She sighed and moaned her contentment and reached a hand up to knead her tits once more, letting the pleasure rush through her body as Rowlie eased her closer and closer to orgasm.

He pulled back for a moment, and Leah adjusted herself again, wiggling her butt a little to keep his attention. His weight on her back nearly knocked her over, and she released her boob to steady herself with both hands.

He wasn't heavy, once she was in a better positioned, but his humping hips made it hard for her to stay steady. She was surprised that he had mounted her, and was even more so when she felt the hot, hardness of his cock bumping against her thigh. She realized instantly what he was doing, but she hesitated. She could probably stand up, making herself inaccessible. She could probably just tell him to get off, and Rowlie would most likely do it. But she even as she thought of these things, Leah did nothing at all.

His bouncing cock smacked against her naked legs a couple times, leaving wet splattered of his pre-cum, and then it slapped against her wet slit, and Leah gave a throaty moan at the contact, which only spurred Rowlie on more. He shifted his weight on her; Leah winced as his claws scratched across her back, but the roughness with which he was taking her was kind of exciting. As passionate and crazed to fuck her as Mike seemed, it just did not compare to the animalistic desire in Rowlie.

She couldn't take the teasing anymore, the feel of his hot, thick cock against her skin and not inside of her. She reached back between her legs and caught his shaft - it was much thicker then Mike's cock, and maybe longer, too, and she eased Rowlie's member into her, moaning with desire as she did so.

Rowlie was calm when she held his cock, but once she had taken all of him inside of her, he went wild. His legs fucked against her ass with short, fast pumps, unlike anything Mike had ever managed. This was true, wild abandon, the fuck of absolute lust. It was unlike anything she had experienced before, and she could do nothing but brace herself to keep from falling forward.

Leah tried to stay quiet, but she just couldn't. Rowlie was fucking her harder and faster then she thought possible, and she adored every moment of it. As wonderful as sex with Mike had been, it was nothing like this! Pleasure exploded in waves through her body, and every time she felt his claws on her back or became aware of his fur on her skin, the realization that it was a dog that was riding her, a canine giving her such complete and total satisfaction, she would gasp and moan all the more.

His cock was swelling, both inside of her and at the base, just outside her cunt lips. She could feel the bulge plowing into her pussy as he furiously humped away. With each thrust, he pushed more and more, driving the thick knot in his cock a little deeper inside of her, until, at least, he forced it inside of her. She gasped for breath at the sudden intrusion; it stung like hell for a few seconds, just like the first time she had stuck her vibrator up inside her pussy.

Rowlie's mad humping slowed as soon as his knot was inside, and now, his hips barely moved. His cock-bulging massaged the walls of her pussy like never before, and she felt so very full all at once deep inside of her. She reached a hand between her legs, and stroked the flesh on her mound, rubbing against the hard knot deep in her. She wasn't even rubbing her clit, but she could feel her orgasm growing quickly deep inside, a powerful tidal wave of ecstasy about to explode through her whole body.

Rowlie yelped, and for a second, Leah though her rubbing his cock inside of her had hurt him, but them she felt his dick jerking and the hot cum pouring into her tight passage. It felt so warm inside of her; Mike had always used a condom, so she had never had that feeling. Rowlie was unloading his dog cum inside her pussy, over and over, she felt it sitting inside her, trapped by the bulge of his cock, blocking up her pussy-hole. She wondered just how much her was filling her; it excited her to thing of her pussy completely full of it and having it pour from her cunt lips when Rowlie pulled out. It would leak out of her, onto her floor, and she would lean down and lick it all right up again, savoring every drop.

As the thought filled her head, she came at last, biting her lip hard to keep from screaming out loud. Her body shook as she came, and her arms gave out beneath her and she fell forward onto her forearms, her head down. She just kept trembling as her orgasm flooded through her again and again, seeming to last forever.

"Leah, are you alright? I heard a thud and - "

Leah was barely aware of the voice at first, she was totally lost pleasure of her ultimate climax. She was just coming down from her high, and the only sounds in the room was panting, both hers and Rowlie's.

"Uh . . . .sorry," her father gasped, and quickly stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him.

That registered in her head, and suddenly Leah realized she had been caught - her father had come in to her room and seen her getting fucked by a dog. She tried to stand up, her minding reeling from shame and confusion, but Rowlie was still on her back, and his thick knot kept them stuck fast together. She settled back down, on the verge of tears, completely mortified.

Chapter 2