Not Tonight!

No... no no no, not tonight...!

You'd made a deal with her. She'd behave, you know she'd understand it. And you gave her the prime steak, and the good dog toys, and the pounding sex when you woke up which left her tongue lolling and your legs sore and your skin slashed and stitched... all for this one night.

Tonight! THE night. Your new girlfriend was over, for the first time, freshening up in the shower. Your shower! Oh, your first night with her, relaxing on the sofa for a bit of movies and chill that would undoubtedly result in little movie and not much chilling. You had the image in mind, her laying across you, your arm around her shoulders, incomprehensible words as you kissed, and...

And now you sit, in the detritus of a half dozen ripped-up toys, the taste of T-bone steak still on your lips from a canine tongue that had forced its way past your lips - and now she's turning around, and burying her claws into your legs, your crotch, kneading at the bulging shaft within...

Not tonight, please, girl...! Bad... dog!

Your shaky voice dies in your throat, horrified glances towards the shower room. She could come through at any moment, and god damn, this firecracker of a hound, she isn't stopping, as her hot breath rolls across exposed flesh...

Your fingers dig into the short fur of her rear. You stare, horrified, at a dripping spade inches from your face. Her wet brimstone smell swirls around your, her heat surrounding you, like clutching claws drawing your head closer...

Your dog pulls your shaft free, her well-practiced tongue sliding up the length in the way she knows you can't hold back from...

Your hands shake. You swallow. Your date's voice dances in from somewhere nearby, and you catch a snippet - did she say ten minutes...?

The spade brushes your lips. The taste is sweet, with an aftertaste of iron, her black lips carrying the roughness of rock and the pliability of dripping lava. Her growl over the head of your shaft promises the wet cave of her maw - you shudder, the sensation rolling from your feet to the tips of your fingers...

Damn you, you bad girl...

You're going to have to be quick...