Amy rolled from her back onto her stomach and brought herself up on her hands and knees, now fully appreciating the slimy pool that had collected near the foot of her bed. She marveled how much milky discharge now laid soaking into her carpet and considered that only half of it likely made it into her stomach before being vomited back out just moments ago. It sure seems like a lot of waste, Amy thought, as she wondered if it was equally as messy when male dogs have sex with other female dogs. As uncomfortable as the ordeal was for her, how could she be mad at Max, Amy wondered. What had happened was only natural…just in a completely unnatural, and for her completely inconvenient, context.
Pondering this, Amy got off the bed and walked to her bathroom, where she looked in horror at her reflection as she turned on the light. She looked like someone had smeared mascara lines all over her forehead, then threw a bowl of clam-chowder all over her face and hair. Her nose was clogged with chunks of spunk, and her eyelids and eyebrows were crusted with a pearly white gelatinous material. Her hair was so matted and tangled from dank jizz that one could not imagine it was in perfect luxurious order half an hour ago. Amy could not help but notice that under the thick glaze, she could still see her strawberry lip gloss gleaming through. Amy lamented the stains to her favorite hoodie as she lifted it over her head and tossed it into the laundry basket. She would wash it with the comforter and sheets when she did laundry the next morning. She removed her socks and panties all the while spotting the damp area in the crotch of her favorite underwear.
Recalling her rapturous orgasm during the start of her drug trip, she wondered briefly if the resultant ejaculatory discharge on her panties was what had caused Max to orally deflower her. She rejected the conspiracy almost immediately and threw the undies in the laundry hamper with her hoodie and socks. She slipped into the shower for the second time that night and relished the piping-hot water on her skin. She shampooed her hair three times before she was confident that she had got all the cum out. She opened her mouth under the shower head and allowed it to fill with water before she gargled and spit it towards the drain. She repeated this ritual several times before she no longer tasted semen in her mouth. It was also at this time that she noticed her newly polished fingernails were ruined, no doubt from her grabbing at and tugging on Max’s fur during her ordeal. Turning the water handle off, Amy stepped out of the shower onto the cold tile. She repeated her familiar ritual with drying her hair and body with the towel, before proceeding to finish processing her locks with the blow drier. She dressed in another pair of silky-smooth nylon panties and this this time elected for an oversized t-shirt to wear over them.
Amy walked to the other side of the house to grab some cleaning supplies from the cabinet in the laundry room, and on her way back she spied Max sitting on his bed in the kitchen licking clean his post-coital cock. Amy gave a sly smirk as she saw this and continued back to her bedroom. She spent the next hour trying every household carpet cleaning agent they owned, however she remained skeptical that a decent stain on the carpet would not remain left over in the morning. She vacuumed over the area several times and resolved to give it a second try tomorrow. She was drained, both physically and mentally. She still had not been able to fully process what had happened to her that evening, as she busied her mind on her cleaning tasks and refused to dwell on it. However, as she turned out the lights and snuggled beneath her new sheets and warm comforter that she had just exchanged, she could not help but feel a little…exhilarated. Initially she was not sure why, but as she reflected on it further, she concluded that the idea of being held down and dominated by her dog was…well, hot! As she drifted off to sleep, she stirred with excitement and fantasized about her future with Max and what other “experiences” they might have together.