Taylor’s Best Friend 3

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Taylor watched from her upstairs window as her Dad pulled away from the driveway from her desk. Bently was sitting beside her as she absentmindedly petted him. Dad had already said goodbye to her for the trip and he was going to his week long conference for work. It had kind of been awkward in truth, barely talking for a month, just kind of living together, Dad getting the food with her sometimes cooking. He’d brought up that he was going away this month and Taylor had said okay.

It had been much the same this morning as well. They’d said goodbye, there had been an awkward silence, and then Dad had left the room. Taylor watched as she saw the vehicle drive down the street. As she watched the lights slowly dim in the early morning fog, she started to feel her breath quickening as she felt her heart thumping quicker the farther Dad got from here. Taylor's smile and anticipation grew the farther he got from the house. Taylor rubbed her legs together and felt that she was already getting wet, then Bently made a sound and was looking up at her. Taylor looked back, her smile almost manic now as Dad had finally disappeared.

Taylor could see how Bently’s tail wagged, and saw how her best friend and lover’s cock was starting to poke out of his sheath. He could smell how aroused she was getting, how excited she was to have this week all to themselves. Taylor slowly rose from her seat at her desk, and began to pull off her pyjama pants as she walked over to her closet. As she walked over to it, she began to shed her shirt as well, and by the time she reached it she was left in only her panties, since she didn’t really have the breasts to justify a bra to bed.

Opening her closet, Taylor began to push aside the clothing there until she could see the back of the closet. There was her bullying journal, the items she’d gotten together for her costume when it was finished, but most importantly, more important than either of the items at the moment, was what she was going to wear for the weekend. Taylor grabbed the large metal box and began to make her way downstairs. Bently followed close behind as they walked downstairs.

Entering the kitchen, Taylor finally shed her panties and tossed them into the laundry room. She wouldn’t be needing them until the week was over anyways, not with what she had planned. Placing the box on the table, Taylor opened it to reveal pairs of sleeves and stockings with in built restraints in them. She’d found them while on one of her runs with Bently while going through the Docks. They had been in one of the abandoned warehouses, among various other things she’d found, but this was the only thing she’d taken. She wouldn’t be able to hide anything else in her closet, not that she really needed anything more than these, what with Bently being such a good lover.

As if summoned by Taylor’s thoughts alone, Bently chose that moment to make sure that she hadn’t forgotten him, and shoved his nose between her legs. Taylor let out a surprised yelp that turned into a gasp as Bently began to lick at Taylor’s pussy. Taylor grabbed onto the table as Bently licked at her, while her smile grew. Reaching down, Taylor began to pet Bently’s head as he licked at his favourite place as she spread her legs for him to lick at her.

Taylor hummed at the exciting sensations Bently was sending through, teasing her with each drag of his rough tongue on her lower lips. She wasn’t sure if Bently was trying to make her deliberately aroused so that she would finally get down on all fours and let her get fucked, or if he’s sniffed her arousal himself and knew that his bitch needed a good dicking, but she wanted to get all ready for him first. Granted, this was more for her enjoyment than his, he probably didn’t even care, but Taylor was a horny, naughty bitch, so she was going to enjoy the little fantasy she’d had ever since she found these and learned that Dad was going away for a week.

Despite Bently bringing her closer and closer to edge, Taylor continued where she’d left off, and started to pull the restraints out. A pair for her legs, and a pair for her arms. From what Taylor could see they each had belts that could be easily fastened and unfastened while in bondage, the arms at least, then it was a cakewalk for the legs to be unfastened. Then there were locks that went with them that made that no longer possible to unfasten them unless the key for the padlocks were used. Luckily Taylor’s bugs were able to lock and unlock the locks themselves so she wouldn’t be completely stuck if she locked the ones on her arms, but she wasn’t planning on that. She’d just be locking her legs. Maybe another time she would lock her arms as well, when she could better prepare.

Taylor pulled away from Bently now, and when he came forward again, his tongue out as he panted, Taylor put a hand out.

“Sit,” she ordered and he stopped, sat down, and merely watched her. Blushing, Taylor started to slip on the soft leather stockings and arm length gloves, sliding them up her legs and arms, feeling the soft material on her body. At the same time Taylor felt herself getting excited as she put on the gear, as she was getting closer and closer to her weekend on her hands and knees, not having to worry about anything but being with Bently, enjoying his company, being able to properly embrace his love, and be able to be properly comforted by him.

Getting down on her knees, Taylor started to strap the belts on around her legs, making sure they were firm but not extremely tight. She didn’t want to cut off circulation, and she wanted to be comfortable during her time with Bently. With clicks, Taylor’s legs were secured. Looking up now, Taylor saw Bently, still sitting there, as his cock had fully slid out of his sheath, standing in all of it’s red rockety glory… she really needed to figure out a better synonym for Bently’s dick.

Concerns over the repetitiveness of her internal monologue were left to later however as Taylor felt her mouth water at the red pillar of cock that had driven her to orgasm so many times before. If Japanese porn was anything to go by, Taylor could say with certainty that she was addicted to Bently’s dick, how warm it was, how it filled her needy, slutty bitch pussy, and then how warm she felt when it was deep inside of her, pumping her full of his molten cum. Taylor quickly realised that she’d started to gyrate her hips at the sight of Bently, and smiled, making sure to not show teeth. She’d learned from a kind girl she ran into while walking Bently that dogs didn’t like teeth.

Crawling forward, Taylor easily fit underneath Bently who looked down at her, panting, and from his cock, obviously wanting to fuck her, to drive his cock into his bitch, yet he remained sitting. Such a wonderful boy. Taylor was going to give him a treat.

Leaning forward, Taylor slowly started to slide her lips around the point of Bently’s dick, her tongue shooting out and licking at the tip. Taylor pushed her lips further as she licked around Bently’s dick, giving the dog a blowjob as a reward for being such a good boy. Taylor could hear that Bently’s panting was getting faster as she blew him, tasting his hot cock with her tongue as she lapped at him. She felt him getting even harder and bigger as she sucked on his dick. It tasted delicious, and she wanted more. She could certainly see herself doing this for a long time, just nursing Bently’s cock in her mouth as they rested, him licking her while she suckled him on a hot day when his heavy coat was heating him up too much to fuck her. She’d still make him feel good regardless. He deserved that much for the joy he brought her.

Bently started to whine and Taylor pulled back. He wanted to fuck her so bad but his dicipline was ironclad.

“Good boy,” Taylor said, as Bently stood up. Taylor leaned forward and licked at his face. Bently however was much better this then Taylor and immediately she was faced with an assault of slobbery tongue, slathering her face. Taylor laughed as Bently licked her and did her best to lick back, uncaring if she got slobber on her tongue. Dog mouths are cleaner than human mouths after all.

Taylor pulled back once again, giggling as she did so. Doing as she had many times before, Taylor turned herself around and presented her ass to Bently, wiggling it for him. They both wanted it, and Taylor felt her breath quicken as she presented herself to be taken. Despite all the times she’d done it before, this would be the first fuck of theirs that would mark the begging of their kinky week together, where they didn’t have to hide their activities from Dad, and school never got in the way. This week was about enjoying their time together, no trio, no Dad, nothing but fun.

Taylor felt Bently’s paws land on her upper back as he had many times before. Taylor widened her legs so that he could get in a bit easier, spreading her holes for him as well. He stepped forward just a bit more, his paws moving on her back to land on her shoulders, before wrapping around them. Taylor could barely keep herself from panting along with Bently as the anticipation continued to build in her, leaving her pussy wet with more than just Bently’s slobber from earlier. Taylor let out a shuddering breath as Bently got more comfortable overtop of her, and she could feel his red rocket pressing slightly into her pussy, yet he didn’t thrust yet. Taylor whined, her lust overwhelming her, then, Bently thrust into her.

A moan was ripped from Taylor’s mouth as Bently hot rod was driven into her pussy, filling her with the thick red cock that she’d just moments ago been licking and sucking. Bently dove into her with a wild abandon, driving his cock into her bitch hole, breeding her on his cock that she loved so much. Bently’s paws even pulled her onto his cock as he thrust forward, making sure that his cock got as far into Taylor as it could, filling her completely with his dick. Taylor tried to help as well, trying to clench whenever she could so that Bently’s cock was massaged as it entered her, sliding in and hitting her special spots, making her feel so full and warm.

Taylor’s mind was a lustful haze as Bently continued to breed her, driving his hot poker into her pussy, filling Taylor’s mind more and more with the haze that she associated with her lust. Each thrust of Bently cock was driving a wave of pleasure through Taylor that contributed to the haze clouding her mind. Even now Taylor wanted to go further, she wanted more, she wanted Bently to breed her hard, she wanted to feel Bently’s knot fill her up as molten cum filled her womb.

For a moment, she pictured herself heavily pregnant while Bently fucked her, her belly sliding across the ground as Bently continued to breed her. She imagined that inside of her dream version’s belly was Bently’s puppies, filling her up, but unlike a regular bitch, her heat would never be sated. She’d want to breed and breed and breed, and Bently, ever the gentledog would oblige her, continuing to fuck her silly and filling her with his seed, furthering her addiction to his cock with every thrust into her, driving her closer and closer to edge until he came and filled her poor pussy with his knot, locking them together.

Taylor felt a lick on her cheek, and she turned her head, and sticking her tongue out, while Bently did the same, the two of them french kissing as Bently thrust into her, driving her closer and closer to rapture as her mind continued to be filled with her fantasies. She imagined herself dressed in a bitch suit like she’d seen on the internet, coloured like her hair, her hands stuck in mits with a doggy bondage hood over her head. She’d look like a dog, with a tail plug in her ass, filling her up as Bently continued to fuck her.

Taylor closed her eyes as she focused on the pleasure as the two licked each other, kissing deeply as Bently got faster and faster. A bubble in Taylor was growing more and more as Bently fucked her, each thrust filling it up in her, and she knew that at some point it would blow up too much, and when it burst she’d cum, she’d moan like the wanton bitch that she was. She’d cum and Bently would hopefully cum to, filling her with his wondrous seed, and plugging her with his knot. Filling her, expanding inside of her, and locking them together as they calmed down.

Not that Taylor would really be able to calm down. Whenever Bently was around, she felt like she was constantly in heat, being driven further and further into her lust the more Bently and her played and fucked. Even just being in his presence filled her with an electric thrill and happiness. Even if they weren’t fucking she was happy as being with him, hugging him close drove all the pain, all the suffering away. She could just lie there and drift away at his scent. The first time they’d done it, Taylor wasn’t really sure why she’d done it, or even at the time how she could have lowered herself to become something worse than even what Emma had accused her of, a dog fucker. Taylor however no longer cared, she was happy, and in truth, she wasn’t even sure that being fucked by Bently even made her worse than anything Emma could say she was. It filled her with such joy to be fucked by Bently, to be filled up with his cock.

Taylor’s arms gave out on her as the pleasure was getting to be too much. Her concentration slipped as Bently fucked her. His arms pulled back until they held onto her hips and thighs, continuing to pull her back onto his raging red rocket that was churning up her insides and filling her with such ecstasy, pushing her further and further to the edge of orgasm until she was right at the edge of the cliff. Taylor began to cry out loudly as she felt herself getting driven closer and closer to the edge with every thrust driving a wave of pleasure through her. Her tongue lolled out like the bitch she was as she came closer, and closer… and… closer…

With a final few thrusts Taylor felt Bently begin to cum, shooting blasts of doggy cum into her while his knot inflated, filling her completely with it’s girth. Cum shot into her pussy and her womb, willing her most sacred place with his beautiful cum while his cock continued to thrust just barely more as it lodged itself into Taylor, and with a cry Taylor herself finally was driven off the edge as her cunt clenched down on Bently. Taylor’s eyes went crossed as she could no longer see, she could only focus on how her lower lips clenched and squeezed around Bently’s red rocket, milking it of it’s cum and continuing to drive more and more the delightful substance into her womb, filling her with a warm and fuzzy feeling as she rode the waves of rapture that flowed through the both of them.

After a moment, Taylor felt Bently hop off of her, and still to paralysed to move, she felt herself being pulled by Bently, the knot making sure that they were still locked together. Taylor let out small little “ah”s with each pull before she tried her best to follow along with her lover. She knew at least where they were going, and quickly found the softness of Bently’s bed under her as Bently turned back around. The two of them, like they’d done many times before when Taylor got back from school, Laid down in the wonderfully plush bed. Once more feeling drowsy, Taylor did her best to snuggle into her lover’s side, the both of them still locked together by Bently’s knot. For once, Taylor knew she didn’t have to worry about getting up before Dad got home. They could finally enjoy each other’s company without any reservations. Taylor got up a bit so she could face her lover, and gave his face a lick, in which he did so as well, causing Taylor to giggle again, still high off of endorphins from their fucking as she laid back down, her eyes growing heavy as she let herself begin to drift off, safe in her lover’s embrace.

 

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