Home with Greg and his dog Brute I knew what was coming. I had my first experience with doggy sex and I loved it. Greg had a turn as well. Once? I didn’t think so.

After breakfast we sat on the couch drinking our coffee. I saw Brute looking through the glass doors that went outside. I trembled as I remembered last night. “How come you call him Brute?” I asked. Greg laughed. Actually his name is Randle. I just call him Brute to make him sound mean. I chuckled “he is not really mean. He is lovable” I said. “Yes” said Greg “he is lovable and you loved him last night. My ex enjoyed him numerous times but I think you loved him more. I have never had a woman cum with him or surrender so totally”. I felt my pussy twitch as he talked about my introduction to doggy sex. “I think Randle is much better Greg” I said “it sounds very posh and fitting for my new lover”.

Greg looked at me. “You said you wanted to try once. Is that still the case?” he asked. I felt my cheeks grow red. “I know what I said Greg but if I say I want more does that make me a slut?” He got up and opened the door and Randle came trotting in. “No Stella” Greg said “it makes you a sweet bitch. Why don’t you rub his head?” I was wearing just a dressing gown and I opened it up and spread my legs. “Come on boy. Come to your bitch” I said and rubbed his head. Immediately he drove between my legs and began to pleasure my pussy and clit. “Good boy Randle” I groaned “make me cum”. He lapped at me. “His cock is peeping out of his sheaf” Greg told me “he wants his lovely bitch”. I moaned and whispered “this bitch so wants him too”.

I came with a rush. His tongue was lighting a fire deep inside me. Nothing in my research had prepared me for how I was feeling and how my body ached for him. “Quick, get a towel” I managed to blurt out “I want him.