I went back to college for my sophomore year.  I was doing pretty good with school, and had chose Laboratory Technology as my major.  I had knack for science.  And I had had a great summer of sex with Kyoto.

About three weeks into the term, I started dating this really good-looking graduate student named Brian.  Tall and thin, with neat short, dark hair, and bedroom eyes with a goatee made him a really handsome guy.  He had just started work on his PhD and lived in a nice townhouse about four blocks from campus.

Brian and I went out twice.  I knew he was pretty well off with no tuition problems because he was driving a two-year old Acura.  The car was really nice.  On our third date, which was a nice dinner, Brian took me back to his townhouse.  The place was really nice, and I figured Brian was paying about two thousand dollars a month in rent.  I was not far off on my amount.  His family was quite wealthy.  The shocker was not that he was wealthy or living in this gorgeous townhouse.  The shocker was that he had a Rottweiler.

After my summer with Kyoto, I was determined to take a break from dogs.  But I got one good look and this Rottweiler and started getting wet almost immediately.  Brian introduced him to me and said his name was Max.  Max wagged his tail and came to me almost immediately.  I knelt down to scratch his ears.  I didn't want him sticking his nose up my skirt, even though I was wearing pantyhose.  

Well, that didn't work at all.  The dog licked my face for a few seconds and then worked his nose in between my legs anyhow.  I fell flat on my back with my legs spread, and Max licking over my mound.

"He likes you," said Brian, laughing and pulling the dog away from me.

I just blushed.  We made some friendly small talk, and then made love.  Brian was good, but I faked a climax.  I kept thing of Max all the while Brian was making love with me.

I stayed in the bedroom as long as I could, finally getting dressed and going into the living room with Brian.  I had a quick cup of tea and Brian took me home.  Max had been curled up on a rug in Brian's study.

Our second date went much as the first, except we went to a movie and I wore jeans.  I really, at this point, didn't want to take a chance with Max.  I had no clue that this was going to backfire in a big way.

We entered the townhouse, Max got one sniff of me, and I watched his erection grow.  He also knocked me down again.  Brian felt a bit embarrassed by this, but I also think he was a bit curious.  He wanted me to strip in the living room, but I gracefully declined.  I did not trust myself naked in the same room with a fully aroused Max.  We had a little white wine and then went into the bedroom and made love.  Brian was a good lover, and I enjoyed his touch, but he just couldn't push me over the top the way a dog could.  When we had finished our lovemaking, and I got out of bed to get dressed, Brian opened the bedroom door and let Max in.  Max immediately went right to licking my mound.  I laughed, blushed, and started shaking like a leaf.  Brian laughed and pulled Max away from me, but I think he was getting more than just a bit curious.

Well, it was on our next date that the shit hit the fan, so to speak.  We had spent a great afternoon together at a museum Brian liked.  It had a lot of modern art, and students had created some of the works.  The affair was semi-formal, so I wore a dress.  It was really quite a nice party.

Brian and I had a light dinner, and then went back to his place.  It suddenly dawned on me that I was wearing a dress, and Max would be there.  I gulped, and thought that I would deal with the problem, if any occurred, when it occurred.  I had no clue that Max would fuck me that night, and Brian would watch.

Like I had said, I was wearing a dress.  It was hardly what you would call sleazy.  In fact, it was a very conservative sweater dress that came to just above me knee, with a boat neckline and a zippered front.  The dress had long sleeves and was jet black.  I had on black pantyhose and sensible heels. We entered the townhouse, and Max immediately began sniffing around.  Brian pushed him away, but I noticed that Max was becoming hard.

Now, Brian got us some more white wine and had me sit on his lap.  He unzipped my dress down to my waist and began to play with my breasts.  Now, when a guy plays with me, I lose control and will agree to anything he wants to do to me.  The only thing, I think, that's better than being played with is having a big dog.  And I think Brian had figured that out.  He unzipped my dress all of the way and got one hand inside of my pantyhose while the other worked my nipples.  And I turned to mush.

After a few minutes, a fully erect Max came over with his tail wagging.  Brian stood me up, removed my dress, pantyhose, bra, and panties, and then proceeded to tickle my anus with a finger.  Max took one sniff and started to lick.

I started to shiver. Max knocked me to my back, and went back to his tasting of my pussy.  Brian stood there and grinned.

At this point, I lost all control.  I rolled to all fours and presented myself to the magnificent Rottweiler.  Max stuck his nose in again, worked his tongue in me and I almost climaxed in the process.  Then he gave out with a low growl and tried to mount me.  He was having some trouble, so I reached behind with my right hand and gently stroked him for a few seconds.  Then I placed his member just inside my lips.

Max knew exactly where he was, and rammed his precum-squirting penis inside of me.  I shivered, squealed with delight, and let him do his work.  Rottweilers do love women.

I climaxed right before Max did.  When he knotted me, I had another climax that was absolutely thrilling and electrifying.  When we untied, Max went off to another room to clean himself and I rolled onto my back, wearing nothing but a smile.

Brian told me, after I came down from my orgasms, that he suspected I was a doggy lover, and wanted to see if it was true.  He told me that I had no idea how hot I was when Max was nailing me.  I rewarded Brian with a blowjob.

Well, that had become my sex life for my entire sophomore year.  Once a week, Max would fuck me and I would give Brian oral sex.  I swallowed, which Brian liked.  I also teased him with my mouth and tongue, which he loved.  The rest of our relationship really disappeared.

At the end of my sophomore year, Brian and I parted.  I really didn't care.  I would get to spend time with my Dad over the summer, and there was lovely Kyoto right next door.


