Duke Has His Day! by Mojavejoe420
Discover the tantalizing world of “Duke Has His Day!” by Mojavejoe420, where passion and desire collide in an unforgettable adult erotic adventure. Follow Duke as he navigates seductive encounters and steamy escapades that will ignite your fantasies and leave you breathless. Dive into a thrilling tale that promises to awaken your senses and deliver unforgettable experiences!
A man and woman venture into the world of heavy duty BDSM… and dog fucking , Duke Has His Day!
© 2019 Mojavejoe420
WARNING!! Contains Bestiality, Dog Sex. If you don’t like this, please leave now!
One Fine Saturday Morning…
I sat somewhat reclined in our bed, checking out the latest Reddit posts one Saturday morning, when I felt Melanie stirring on her side of the bed. We always slept pretty close together, so it was unusual for me to be awake and not spooning her. Other than those few period days, we had sex practically every morning. But not today. The day she and I had planned on for almost eighteen months had arrived, only she didn’t know it. She and I have almost no secrets, but I am a bit of a sneak and I was preparing to pull a fast one on her. A pretty big fast one, I hoped.
She reached over and found my soft cock, then looked up at me with her mischievous grin and began to stroke me.
“Sorry, sweetheart. We have a lot to do today.”
She looked at me, stunned. I don’t think I had ever denied her before unless I was deathly ill.
“Um… what? It’s Saturday! We don’t have to punch a clock.” And she moved her head down to my nether region.
I grabbed her by the hair and stopped her. I pulled her to me and kissed her passionately for a few moments, then I told her we had to get up and get moving.
“Seriously?” she whined. “Well, I will just take care of myself if you’re going to be a dick about—“
“No. You won’t touch yourself. Not even in the shower.”
She looked at me, gauging my level of commitment.
“I’m not kidding,” I reiterated.
I’m usually pretty easy-going, ‘kind of a take-it-like-it-comes’ kinda guy. And although we’d made some forays into the BDSM world, it was almost never part of our sexual routine, even though we’d play out a ‘scene’ every now and then. So, me looking at her sternly and telling her flat-out “no” was rather out of character.
Even though she’s quite feisty, she’s also rather submissive by nature. Slowly, she got out of bed but refused to look at me.
Duke, our 130 pound adolescent Rottweiler, ran over to her for some loving. He’s certainly very scary looking; but in reality, very affectionate. He growls a mean game and frightens people, but one word from Melanie or myself and he backs down immediately.
Melanie bent down and grabbed his fur to hug him. Duke leaned on her, like he tends to do, and tried to lick her face. Melanie raised her head to avoid most of the licks, but the first one got her on the chin.
“Duke, you good boy! At least someone loves mommy today… good boy.”
She glared at me as she spoke. She could probably tell I was up to something, but was miffed that we weren’t having sex. I just smiled what I hope was my enigmatic smile. She smirked back at me, shaking her head. I watched as she sauntered off to the bathroom, making sure to hide her luscious boobs from me as, apparently, I hadn’t earned the right to look at them today.
We spent the morning doing our usual weekend stuff. I made sure I was extra nice to Melanie; I made the entire breakfast, all her favorite things. I helped her clean her side of closet, and made sure I did the dirty work in the bathrooms.
Afterwards we got the groceries, then we took Duke on a big stroll through downtown. We ate at one of the restaurants along the waterfront, even getting Duke some nice treats.
We chilled at the dog park, watching Duke romp with all the other dogs. Some other owners showed a little concern at first; a big Rottie on the loose can certainly cause concern. But they warmed up as they soon saw he was just a big goofball.
Duke did get somewhat on edge when a transient shuffled by. Duke ran in front of Melanie and assumed his threatening defensive stance; ears up and alert, his muscular chest facing the supposed threat. A low growl escaped his throat, so low only Melanie and I heard it.
“Watch this,” I whispered to Melanie.
“At ease, Duke,” I said.
He stopped growling and sat on his haunches, but continued to eyeball the transient while he rummaged through a trash bin.
After a few moments, I told Duke to “Stand down.” And damned if that dog acted like nothing happened. He turned and licked both our hands, then awaited instructions.
“Go play.”
Melanie leaned against me, watching as Duke ran to a female Collie. As she talked, I slid my hand dangerously high up her bare thigh.
“You’ve really got him trained well… oh… now you want to touch me? In the middle of the dog park?”
“I always want to touch you, Melanie.” My middle finger grazed her crotch, feeling the slick fabric of her thong underneath her jean skirt. I tickled her for a few moments, her breath rate increasing.
“He is doing really well,” I agreed with her as I kissed her neck. “He’s so damn smart. But… uh oh… look at him with Lassie over there…”
Duke was sniffing and circling the female, and I could see the tip of his red rocket beginning to appear. He was getting ready to get frisky. Not good!
“Duke!” I called. “ Here boy!”
Without thinking, he immediately bolted for me.
“Such a good boy!”
He came to me first, then rubbed against Melanie. She proceeded to hug him because he was a good boy. He quickly turned and licked her face, catching her mouth for a moment with his big slobbery tongue.
“Eww!” exclaimed Melanie, laughing, but quickly wiping her mouth. She tried to play it off as being gross, but I knew my girl. I knew her dark desires.
That lick aroused her.
Duke put his snout to her crotch and sniffed for a moment, he knew she was aroused, too.
– – – – –
“I still don’t know why we got this other dog bowl,” Melanie wondered aloud as we were putting away some of the little things we picked up that day. “The ones he has are perfectly fine.”
“Melanie,” I said firmly. “Come sit down with me.”
She gave me a funny look, then sat at the kitchen table. I sat beside her and took one of her hands in each of mine, and I looked straight into her eyes.
“Melanie. Today is the day.”
“The day for what—… oh… Shit! Really?”
“Yes. I think Duke’s pretty much reached sexual maturity. And I think you’re ready, aren’t you?”
Melanie gripped my hands tight, her face flushed. But not from embarrassment, it was from excitement. She had dreamed of this for years, now. We’d talked about it extensively and did a ton of research. But it was still just theoretical, up to now. That was going to change, very soon.
“So here’s what’s going to happen, Mel. You’re going to give yourself an enema. Don’t shower, though. Clean up but don’t use any soap, just water. No fragrances. Then dress comfortably and be back here in the kitchen in… let’s say an hour.. Put on just a little eye makeup, if you want. This will all be filmed.”