Incredibly, her pussy lubricated itself again as I kissed and licked it gently. I think I tasted some of Duke’s cum in there, too. She didn’t let me linger there too long, though. Her hands tugged my hair, wordlessly telling me to come up and love her.
She cried a few more tears as I slowly, tenderly entered her wet sex. But not tears of pain, more like… tears of love. We were both still on an emotional rollercoaster, our nerves and senses raw and jangled.
Gripping each other tightly, we gently made quiet but very emotional, languid love. When we weren’t kissing, we were looking into each other’s eyes, enjoying and appreciating each other. Except for some gasps and sighs, we didn’t need words; our mouths and our bodies spoke the truth to each other; I was hers and she was mine. Forever. No matter what.
Her legs wrapped around me as we picked up the pace a bit, beginning our passionate climb. I drove deep into her body, both of us overcome with emotion. I could never be this close with anyone else, could never be this honest and open except with her. I just knew it in my heart.
Our tears mixed on her face as we orgasmed together in the dying candlelight. Still, neither of us spoke. We just kissed softly, tenderly, and drifted off to a long, restful slumber while Duke snored quietly in his crate.
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Epilogue:
Excerpt from the private video “Duke’s Days of Summer”
Melanie speaking over a montage of slow motion dog-sex scenes of her and Duke.
“It’s still a little hard to talk about, somewhat. It’s just so taboo. But I had this fantasy for a few years. The first time I saw this kind of thing, I was a little horrified. But… the revulsion turned to interest, and then became almost a compulsion. It was… it seemed like the ultimate act of submission; to be restrained and then… well… taken by a beast, a wolf, with a big cock. Pinned down, chained down, unable to escape… it’s… the ultimate fantasy, the ultimate aphrodisiac for me, being the submissive that I am.
“And Jim made it more than a fantasy, he made it happen. With his help, we have entered a new realm of sexual activity, new sexual heights that… honestly, I couldn’t even imagine existed. I mean with Duke, and the BDSM… things, it’s really brought Jim and I closer than ever before… (sniff)… sorry. His assistance, his encouragement and, um… his dominance… well he’s a new person and so am I. I love you so much, honey.”
Shot of Melanie sitting on a barstool, dabbing her eyes with a tissue, speaking live now. She thinks we’ve “cut.”
“Was that okay? It was alright? I kinda got teary-eyed at the end. Did I sound sincere?”
Unintelligible offscreen male response, sounds affirmative. Mel continues talking.
“Because I am, I don’t want it to sound phony… But who are we going to show his to anyway? Better be just about nobody! I swear to God, I’ll use that cane on you if you show this to… hey Duke, no boy… Down Duke… you’re a good boy but not now… oh shit… honey… his red rocket is out again… good boy”
Fadeout as Melanie leans down to Duke, accepting his wet tongue kisses in her open mouth.
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Special thanks and kisses to Melanie for the inspiration and the “playtime” (Nudge nudge wink wink!), and her editing.