3 comments/ 39636 views/ 11 favorites My Mischievous Puppy Ch. 01 By: Allybear Author's Comment: This story was written for my Puppy who calls me her Sir. I am keeping the title for the Owner in the story even though I've gotten comments expressing confusion about her gender. I am sure there are other women out there would enjoy being called Sir if some beautiful young thing whimpered it the way my Puppy does. * I was standing by the sink with my hands deep in the sudsy water. The sound of the water through the faucet was so loud that I didn't hear Puppy pad across the kitchen tile. I did feel her presence when she settled to rest at my feet. I didn't acknowledge her; instead I continued to scrub the pans in front of me. I heard her whining softly. I smiled. Puppy wanted attention. I dote on her far too often. A friend of mine trains with firm military precision and she likes to offer me advice. While I appreciate the beauty of a well trained pup, I was first drawn to her precocious nature. My puppy nips and mouths at me. She's forever rolling around and I enjoy watching her play. However, she requires a great deal of patience and at that moment, she needed to know that it was not play time yet. Without moving to look at her, I spoke over my shoulder, "I need to finish this first." I received an unhappy bark in return. I shook my head and continued. This is the part that is the hardest for me. I didn't look down at her face but I knew how she was kneeling next to me. I knew she was looking up, fidgeting but not bold enough to move from her position. My puppy has a deep brown face with round lips that she licks when she's irritated. She's lean, with small pear shaped breasts and wide set hips. She has a head full of braids that she pulled back into pigtails because she knows how much I enjoy tugging them. I thought about tugging at her now and taking her out into the backyard. We play outside when the neighbors are sleeping. There is a tree on the edge of the yard away from the streetlights. I take her behind it and she'll roll in the grass until her skin is wet with dew. I'll tie her to the tree, wrapping around, pressing her back into the trunk. I watch her struggle to free herself. It excites me to watch her thrash until she has tiny bleeding scrapes all over her body. She pants and growls to herself, desperate get free. If she does break free, she falls to the ground with a sloppy grin as if to say, "Alright, what are we doing next?" I was thinking about her, naked in the wet grass, exhausted and bruised when I felt myself getting wet. I became aware of the fact that I was naked underneath my nightgown. I could hear Puppy bark so I looked at her. She could probably smell me and I was embarrassed at how fast my body betrayed me. I'm supposed to be cool and collected. I was a little angry at her for turning me on so much simply by being there. As I watched her, I saw an impish flash in her eyes for a moment before she became the picture of innocence. But I know what I saw and I wasn't fooled. "What are you up to?" I said with a smirk that was also a warning. My puppy simply blinked at me. Then, never breaking eye contact with me, Puppy crawled forward and I watched her head disappear under my night gown. Before I could speak, I felt her nip just where the bottom of my ass meets the back of my thigh. Puppy may be many things but she is not a stupid dog. She wanted my attention and was determined to get it. I felt so ashamed of myself because I was so turned on that it was working. Just when I started to compose myself, she began to lap at the inside of my thighs like she was drinking water from a bowl. Her tongue was made a soft sloppy sound against my skin. To my horror, I realized she was licking the insides of my thighs which had become sticky and wet. I leaned forward and gripped the sink, "You dirty fucking bitch!" I growled in defeat. No, not defeat, in resignation. In that moment, my resolve broke and my thighs parted. My greedy puppy wiggled between my legs to wedge her face against my pussy. Each purposeful tongue stroke made me feel weaker. Because she was facing my ass, when she positioned herself between my legs, she buried her nose between my folds each time she leaned forward to lick me. I thought about her smelling my scent, about my pussy making her face slick. I felt her breath from her waiting mouth and she panted against me. I got angry again. My puppy wanted attention and she got what she wanted. I reached down with one hand and pulled my night shirt up so I could see her. Looking down, I could see her breasts moving, her neck arched back. I reached behind me and pulled her by her hair from between my legs. With my hand in her hair, I spun around to look at her face. She sat there, looking smug and guilty with my wetness on her face as proof that I enjoyed myself. I was angry at her for testing me. I was angry at myself for allowing it to go so far, and angry at my body for betraying me all over her face. I grabbed her head with both hands and I smashed her into my waiting pussy. She tried to lick me at first but I ground myself against her so hard that she found it difficult to continue. That's what I wanted. I wanted her to feel trapped. I took one leg and wrapped her into me, locking her there and grunting as I rode her face. "Is this what you wanted, bitch? You wanted to taste me, my little cunt licker?" Puppy couldn't lick me anymore. She couldn't even breathe. She was trapped by my legs and my hands behind her head. All I wanted to do was mash that pretty face against my pussy, to grind my clit on her nose until I came in her mouth. She made a noise that was a cross between a bark and a gasp for air. It was the sob that set me on edge. I know she is scared about not having enough air. I know how she hates to swim because those seconds under the water frightened her. She thrashed and clawed at my legs like she wanted to reach the surface. I felt her nails scratching the back of my legs open and the idea of her fear created that familiar building tension deep in my gut. "Maybe I'll make you choke on my cock." The image popped into my head. My puppy, with my plastic cock stuffed into her throat while she drooled and gagged around the base. In the next image, her breasts were wet from the drool that had dribbled down her chin and landed. I felt a trigger set off an explosion that rolled out of me in violent waves. I remember screaming something incoherent, releasing her hair and dropping heavily to the floor. I was panting and struggling to regain my focus when she crawled to my face and licked my cheek. "You scratched me." I smiled. She returned a smile that didn't agree or disagree. "See? Look at my legs!" I groaned. "And I think I landed on my elbow." Puppy leaned over and licked my elbow. I sat up and grabbed her by her hips and guided her until she straddled my right leg. Puppy's breath got shorter and she looked at me. We both knew what she was waiting for. I nodded. Without hesitation, she wrapped herself around my lower leg and began to press her pussy against me. It was a desperate pace. I watched and as she looked up at me, then down to the floor as if embarrassed at how much she wanted it. I stroked her hair and cooed, "Don't you enjoy this?" She nodded and her pace quickened. I could feel her chest rising and falling rapidly and my shin was hot where she rubbed her pussy against me. "Say it, bitch. Say you like it." "Yes." She whispered. With that one word, I reached down and jerked her head so she could look into my eyes. She realized her mistake a split second before I slapped her across the face. "That's not how you fucking say it. Tell me you like it, bitch!" Puppy shut her eyes, leaned her head against my thigh and barked enthusiastically. I stopped stroking her hair and gripped it with one hand. "I want the neighbors to hear you. I want everyone on this block to know that a fucking slut bitch lives in this house. A dirty bitch who rubs herself raw against my leg. A bitch who loves being fucked on all fours on the dirty ass floor." My puppy barked over and over in frantic agreement. It was amazing to see. I had marked her moments earlier and that same need was driving her to hold on tight and cum against me while I watched. I felt her spasm against my leg seconds before the rest of her body reacted. She arched into me and growled in deep appreciation as she rode herself to orgasm. Minutes passed. I didn't move her. I let her lay there, sweaty with a half smile on her face. Finally I reached down and pulled her close to me. She whispered, "Pause." That was my cue. For us, pause was a break. It meant a moment for Puppy to be held until her heart stopped racing. I sat her upright. Then I stood, slowly because my leg had begun to cramp. Once I was standing, I knelt down and scooped her up in my arms. She curled against my neck and murmured happily. "Why are you so mischievous?" I questioned. She licked the side of my neck and whispered, "Because you like it, Sir." I told you, she is not a stupid dog. My Mischievous Puppy Ch. 02 Author's Comment: This story was written for my Puppy who calls me her Sir. I am keeping the title for the Owner in the story even though I've gotten comments expressing confusion about her gender. I am sure there are other women out there would enjoy being called Sir if some beautiful young thing whimpered it the way my Puppy does. * I was reading on the couch while Puppy lounged on the ground by my feet. It was warm August weather and she liked to lay naked on the wooden floor in order to stay cool. I was in a pair of boxers with a thin cotton tank since the heat made me feel sticky. She was curled up and her steady breathing told me she was asleep. Things would have stayed that way except my cell phone rang. I didn't care enough to answer it because I was comfortable but the sound woke her up. Puppy lifted her head and blinked at me. I looked down at her, "Yes? Is nap time over?" She stretched and resumed napping in reply. I sat for some time and watched her sleep. I am often overwhelmed with a feeling of pride and deep need to protect Puppy. She seems so frail. There are so many people out there who would want to hurt her and use her for their own purposes. I want to keep her from that. But I must admit a secret. I was keeping this secret close to me, locked behind my lips because I worry I'll scare her away. The secret that came to me suddenly when I was watching her lay there unsuspecting. Sometimes I envy the monsters. The people who find beautiful young girls, who trick and bind them against their will. There is a sick thrill when I read about how they cry and scream to be let go while the villain plays with them in nasty ways. I had gotten up silently before I realized where I was going. I led myself to the closet and found my canvas bag which I lugged out and up onto the bed with a thud. Inside it I rearranged the ropes, clips, paddles, and various devices until I found what I'd been searching for. Without a word I stripped myself and threw my clothes across the room. The tangle of straps was unrecognizable until I held it in front of my body and stepped through the leg loops. I pulled it tight against my body and the leather fit snug against my pussy. Just feeling the material with it's soft friction and the unmistakable smell made me slightly wet. The thought of my Puppy in the next room made me even more aroused. I felt my heart beat in my chest so loud that I was sure she would wake up. I stood for a moment to calm my nerves. With one hand, I slid underneath the leather fabric to find my clit and I ran my index finger around it in lazy circles. I felt it grow taunt with attention and I slipped my finger further back, just enough to get the pad of my index wet. Then I met my clit again with my slick finger and continued my circles. My breath was ragged. I staggered slightly closer to the bed and with my freehand I rummaged for my cock at the bottom of my toy bag. I groaned in frustration but I had to remove my hand from my pussy to strap the cock on. There was a stretchy ring in the front and I placed the plastic ball base of my cock flat against my pussy. The material was cold so I jumped a little but the pressure and my wetness made me press my hip against it. As I pressed, the head of the cock slipped through the ring and the base of my cock met the leather. I looked down at myself and grinned. When I put my cock on, I feel invincible. It's a long thick cock, the same shade of black as my skin. It fits so snug inside my harness that each time I touch it, the base presses my clit flat against me. When it's touched I feel the movement against my pussy. I love the dichotomy of it. I love looking down at breasts and soft curves only to see a cock where a pussy used to be. I turned to the wall and looked in the full length mirror beside me. My eyes were glazed and I stood in a predatory stance with one hand circling my cock. I turned and stalked quietly out of the room. Puppy was laying where I left her when I returned. I watched her sleeping for a moment before I reached down to pat her hair. She nuzzled against my hand sleepily. I was watching her breasts rise and fall rhythmically and my breathing grew hard again. I petted her hair and cooed wordlessly all the while watching her and feeling my arousal grow. Without warning, I grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her by her braids off the couch onto the floor. Puppy screamed and fell in front of me. She grabbed at my hand to get me off her hair but I used my other hand to slap her across the face. "Did you just fucking touch me?" I snarled down at her and Puppy stopped struggling but continued to whimper. I slapped her face again, my pussy jumped when my hand came down across her cheeks. "What are you whining for, bitch? You got something to say?" Puppy yelped when I hit her but suppressed her noises afterwards. "Maybe you need something else to do with your mouth." I pressed the tip of my cock to her closed mouth and rubbed it against her lips. She shook her head in protest, "Sir, I don't wan-" and when her mouth opened, the head of my cock was there filling it suddenly. Puppy paused and tried to pull away but my hand that was still in her hair was holding her steady while she gargled her protest. "Arghf, plweas-" The spit in her mouth was dripping out of the corners of her stretched mouth and I watched my cock slide further back another inch. I could smell my pussy and the wet leather that was next to it. "Can you smell me, cunt? Every time you gag on my cock it makes my pussy wet." Puppy made a sobbing noise and I looked down to see her eyes were filling with tears. My cock was all but buried in her throat making it hard for her to breath. Puppy's nostril were flared and she decided to try to push against my legs to get away. That only made me press her face up to my crotch wondering how long I could hold her there before she vomited on me. Just as quickly as I held her, I pushed her off me and watched her fall backwards against the couch. Puppy was holding her throat and coughing so much she couldn't ask the question that was already in her eyes. She wanted to know why. "You love it." It was a statement of fact. Underneath her tears, Puppy loved it when I grabbed her and pulled her around. At least I liked to think so and in that moment, I really didn't give a shit. My pussy was so wet I could smell myself. I leaned over her and she made a motion as if to move away from me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her towards me. A second later, I was on top of her and she struggled underneath me. "Yeah, you trying to run away from me?" I wrapped my arms around her as I pushed my cock inside her pussy. It slid in with no resistance because Puppy was sloppy wet. I gave a low wicked chuckle and she gave an embarrassed whimper in reply. With the full weight of my body pressing down, Puppy couldn't breath well. She kept grunting and trying to position herself. I ignored her completely and wrapped my arms around her for leverage. I pushed my cock into her so deep that the base smashed back against my pussy. I was panting and sweat dripped from me. Each time I exhaled, I pushed forward, down into her cunt. I wanted to hear a response when I entered her. I wanted her to wiggle and cry, to struggle and scream while I fucked her. Puppy leaned back and tried to cry softly and I whispered into her ear, "I'm trying to fuck you raw, slut but you're so fucking nasty. Your dirty pussy is still so wet that I can just slide my cock right in." She seemed unsure if she was enjoying herself and her reply was completely incoherent sobbing. That just made it better. I was curious how much farther I can go with my Puppy before I'm actually using her against her will for my own pleasure. She loves making me happy so much that she does things I know she doesn't enjoy. But when I think about it, her discomforts drive me wild. My rhythm was desperate because each stroke felt like it would be the final one. I looked down and saw her breasts swaying, keeping pace with me as my cock dug into her pussy. I was so close and I just needed to hear her say it once and I'd be unable to stop myself from cumming. I smiled and licked my lips. Puppy knew what that mean and she screamed, "God, NO! Please don't!" I slapped her in the face so hard that her head whipped to the left. Then I lunged forward, into her breasts and bit down hard on her right nipple. The noise that came out of her mouth was delicious. She screamed so vehemently as I held onto her nipple and pulled back from her breast, stretching it taunt between my teeth. At the same time, I pressed hard inside her and ground my clit against my cock so hard that it pinched me. That sharp pain set my orgasm into motion and I came so hard that I started to scream as well. The two of us, one screaming in anguish and the other from pleasure with me pinning her writhing body to the floor. I collapsed on top of her and my cock fell out of her pussy with a wet sound. She pushed me off and immediately curled into a protective ball with her back to me. I chuckled and rolled away. Using the couch, I pushed myself to my feet and stood over her. Puppy was shivering but it was too hot to be cold. I turned my back to her and stepped out of my harness. My cock fell to the floor in a tangle of straps. Then I turned towards her and snapped my fingers. Puppy ignored me and continued to shiver. "Heel!" Puppy looked up at me and scrambled to face me on all fours. Her face was wet with tears but she waited patiently. I knelt down and kissed her cheeks. "You're my good girl." Puppy licked the side of my face and grinned at me. "Yes, you're my good puppy, aren't you?" Puppy nuzzled me and then sat, patiently waiting for me to give her an instruction. Instead, I sat on the couch. She watched me. I patted the chair, "Come up." Puppy crawled up and into my lap. I petted her head and wiped her face clean with my hand. I giggled, "You smell like my pussy." Puppy nipped my arm and curled against me with a contented sigh. With my puppy wrapped up against me, I watched her close her eyes and smile. Our evening continued on.