The wedding Gift

I have never been so humiliated in my life. Left at the altar and to make things worse, he’s taking my sister on what was supposed to be my honeymoon! Two weeks in Bali. “I hope they fucking die of sunburn!” I look around our house. Or I should say, my house. I bought it before meeting Brad. At least that’s one thing I won’t have to give back.

I look at at all the wedding gifts piled on every flat surface. Looking at Max, Brad’s black and brown German Shepherd I motion to all the gifts, “That’s going to suck.” Giving Max a pat on the head, the big dog leans into me and raises his head. He looks sad. Looks like I’m not the only one Brad left behind. “Come on boy, let’s get you a treat” as I head to the kitchen I get a ping on my phone. I’ve been ignoring my phone all day but this is Brad’s unique notification. “I can’t believe the coward can’t even call me” I open his text. “Sara, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you and neither did Pam. It just happened. I hope one day you can forgive me. I’ll stop by when we get back and grab my things and Max. Thanks for looking after him.” I show the text to Max “can you fucking believe this guy? What an asshole! Come on Max, mom is going to get wasted.” He follows me to the kitchen and I toss him a treat. I’m not sure he even chews it, then he nudges my hand for more. “Ok, I think we both deserve to indulge tonight.” I grab a hand full of of treats and toss them in his bowl. I then grab a bottle of Tequila. “Here’s one wedding gift they aren’t getting back.”

I open the bottle and take a swig. It burns so good. I move to the living room and turn on something mindless on the tv. I remind myself that I haven’t eaten anything all day but say fuck it! Max is finished with his treats and he jumps on the couch with me and lays his head on my lap. “Max. You shouldn’t be up here.” He looks at me with his sad eyes. “Ok, I guess we’re both lonely.” I scratch behind his ear and he falls asleep.

I’m just wearing my honeymoon panties and lacey bra. I couldn’t wait to get out of my wedding dress after my parents dropped me off. They wanted me to go home with them but I just wanted to be alone. So here I am, not in Bali on my honeymoon, getting fucked by Brad. But drinking Tequila, by myself, and talking to a dog! I half watch the movie and continue to drink the Tequila. I’m pretty wasted and I notice the sleeping dog’s hot breath blowing lightly right on my crotch. My panties, what little there are, are damp from his breath. It’s not unpleasant but even in my inebriated state, I move his head and try standing up. Max wakes up and cocks his head looking at me. “It’s ok Max. Mom is going to bed” I stumble to the bedroom and collapse on the bed, laying on my back. I lay there and watch the room spin around me, praying for sleep. Just before I drift off I feel Max jump on the bed and lay at my feet. “Good boy, Max”

I find no relief even in my sleep. My dreams are filled with images of me and Brad. Brad fucking me, me giving him blow jobs and my favorite. Brad going down on me. Something about a warm mouth and tongue lapping at my pussy drives me wild. In this dream Brad is slowly kissing his way up my thighs. I’m dripping wet and he pulls my panties out of the way. He’s licking my cunt with his tongue as I grip the mattress and arch my back. His tongue finds my clit again and again. I’m cumming. “Oh, fuck Brad I’m cumming!” He keeps licking and he’s driving me wild. I reach down and grap his head holding him there while I grind my pussy against his tongue. As I ride out my orgasm I wake up and to my horror I’m holding Max’s head firmly against my dripping cunt. I push Max back and grab a sheet and pull it around me. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck! Bad dog Max!” Max looks at me with wounded eyes and whimpers.

He try’s to nudge me with his nose but I push him away. I look at him and notice his cock is out of it’s sheath. It’s bigger than I expected and it looks painful. Max looks at me and whines. “What the fuck do you want me to do?” Then I get the best or possibly, the worst idea of my life.

Brad is going to pick up Max in two weeks. No doubt moving in with my sister Pam. I can imagine my sister getting out of the shower and finding Max with his nose up her cunt. Or even better, waking up, thinking Brad was fucking her, only to realize it was a fucking dog! Brad loves this dog. What would he even do?

I look at Max laying there in pain and call him to me. I grab some lotion from the night stand and coat my hand. Can I even do this? Then I think back to yesterday and grab Max’s hard cock. I find I don’t have to do any work. As soon as I grab him he begins thrusting in and out of my hand. He is already releasing precum and my hand is coated. I had no idea how fast dogs fucked and as his cock pumped through my clamped hand I started to get aroused. Could I let a dog actually fuck me? My wet cunt thought so. As Max pumped my hand he began actually, ejaculating. I used my other hand to rub my clit. I was breathing heavy and as Max found release, shooting his load on my hand and bed sheet I found myself cumming. “Good boy Max!”

As I reached for some tissues Max began licking my hand clean. As I brought my other hand up, the one covered in my own cum, Max hungrily, licked that clean as well. He then began poking with his nose at the sheet covering my wet cunt. Unexpectedly, you used his paw to pull the sheet down and immediately began licking my cunt again. I tried to pull him off but he gave a low growl. At this point I just layed back as he brought me to orgasm twice more. Apparently, satiated he gives my face a lick and hops down from my bed.

My plan is to wait a day between “training”. I need the recovery time and I want him to be rested and willing. I alternate between letting him fuck me and jerking him off. Each time I want him, I say “ good boy!” After the first week it seems to be working. I say “good boy” and his cock slides out and he is ready for his treat.

I’m quite proud of myself until a few days before he is going to be picked up. I’m laying in bed half asleep when I feel him jump on the bed. I don’t pay much attention until I realize he is standing right over me. His slimy, hard cock is brushing against my face. “Fuck no Max. Bad dog!!” I try to push him off of me but he growls and barks. His hips still thrusting. As I open my mouth again to scold him, his cock finds my mouth and he thrust it in. It immediately finds the back of my throat. I’m gagging as his precum fills my mouth. As he withdraws I have no choice but to swallow so I can catch a breath. He fills my mouth again and I worry about his knot. There is no way I’m letting that in my mouth. So I decide to be proactive. I place my hand around the base of his cock creating a buffer between the base of his cock and my mouth. I open my throat and he begins to literally, fuck my mouth. His knot swells and threatens to bypass my hand but I tighten my grip and succeed in saving my mouth. He begins ejaculating within a minute or two and continues to pump his seed down my throat for the net few moments. Soon there is a difference in the texture and smell as he whines, pumps a few times then slips out of my mouth.

He smells my arousal and digs at the sheets until he finds my wet cunt. I’m now accustomed to his routine. He pushes my panties to the side with his nose, then begins licking my cunt with his rough tongue. He brings me to orgasm twice then hops off the bed and goes to the kitchen, where I hear him drinking from his bowl.

As I shower, I decide that I’ll have to close the door on him on the nights I’m resting. I’m glad that they will pick him tomorrow. I’d like to think that I didn’t enjoy him in my mouth but I can’t deny that I was dripping by the time he finished.

The next day I get a text from Brad wanting to know when he can pick up his things and Max. I reply that 10 am will work as I’ll be gone. His stuff is packed up and by the door along with Max’s food and toys. I also tell him to leave my key on the table on his way out.

When I return later that day his stuff is gone and so is Max. It feels odd not hearing him pad around. Latter, I find one of his toys behind the couch and I feel the moisture between my legs. I wonder who trained who?

Two weeks go by and my life returns to normal. I go back to work, arrange for wedding gifts to be returned and try to forget about Max. Odd that I’m trying to forget Max and not Brad! I get a call and see that it’s Brad. I decide to answer it.

“what the fuck do you want?”

“Listen, baby, . ..I made a big mistake. I wasn’t thinking straight.”

“Oh you were thinking straight. Just with the wrong head! And what about my sister? She not good enough for you?

“Well, that’s the thing...”

“That’s what “thing” I don’t understand.”

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but I came home early one day and I found Max...fucking your sister! My god what do I do?”

“I’d suggest you up your game. Bye Brad.”

As I’m hanging up I feel a sense of satisfaction. Also, I start thinking about Max fucking my sister. I go to the bedroom, undress and get the dildo out of the nightstand. I don’t have to worry about lube because I’m already dripping.