"Meg's Boyfriend (FF/dog, tattoos)"
By robblu (https://pastebin.com/u/robblu)

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Created on: Sunday 31st of December 2017 09:40:18 PM CDT
Retrieved on: Saturday 31 of October 2020 03:16:49 AM UTC


Chapter 0 - Meg's Boyfriend
 


       Jess squinted, not really believing what she was seeing. She leaned in closer to her new colleague, peering at the widening gap between shirt and shorts as Meg stretched higher, trying to shelve a book on the top shelf. 


       It was unmistakable. There on the small of Meg's back, in the lovely simplicity of plain black cursive, was the word Bitch. 


       “Meg, I know I've only known you for a week now, but I really wouldn't have expected someone as ludicrously sweet and innocent as you to have a tattoo like that.” 


       Meg screamed, dropped the book, and teetered dangerously on her step stool as she reached back to jerk her shirt back down over the tramp stamp. There was a screech as the stool tipped back, and Jess threw her hands out to rescue her endangered coworker. 


       The two bookstore workers tumbled down onto the ground together. Jess instinctively grabbed Meg protectively, her athletic 5'10” frame shielding Meg's short-stacked curves from the cruel tile floor. 


       “Th-thanks, Jess,” Meg said softly, scarlet suffusing her normally-pale face. Her black hair fell in disarray over her cheeks, hiding some of the blush, but Jess could see right through her. 


       “What about that tattoo, eh?” she said, letting her amusement trickle into her voice despite the ache from her bruised buns. Apparently her coworker had hidden depths, to go with her bangin' figure. 


       “It, ah... it was my boyfriend's idea,” Meg confessed, her cheeks burning even darker red. 


       There was an unavoidable twinge of disappointment at that ugly word - “Boyfriend.” Jess was getting tired of hearing it from every girl she started to crush on. Fortunately, her own blush didn't show well on her smooth, pretty black face. 


       “He likes ink?” Jess said, rallying. 


       “Oh, ah, sort of,” Meg said, her voice getting quieter with each syllable. “Hey, Jess?” 


       “Yeah, babe?” 


       “C-could you let me up? Customers are watching...” 


       Jess suddenly realized that her hands, thrown out to catch the shorter girl, had migrated naturally to Meg's luscious breasts. With an embarrassed yelp, she jumped up, chuckling nervously and brushing imaginary dust off her apron. 


       “Sorry about that, Meg,” she whispered as she helped her to her feet. 


       “It's okay,” Meg replied abstractedly. 


       “So what's his name?” 


       “Who?” 


       Jess rolled her eyes. “Your boyfriend, dope.” 


       “It's, ah... it's Spot.” 


       “Wait, what?” 


       Meg hung her head and scuffed her feet. “Don't make fun,” she begged. “It's sort of a nickname.” 


       “I want to meet the guy who can make a cute little wallflower like you get a tattoo like that!” Jess said, grinning. 


       “Really?” 


       “Sure,” Jess shrugged. “Want to... I don't know, go out clubbing some time?” 


       “He's... really more a stay-at-home type.” 


       “Does that mean we can't have fun together?” Jess said, poking Meg gently in the ribs. It could have just been a trick of the light, but it seemed like Meg's blush was spreading down her ample chest. 


       “No...” came the hesitant reply. 


       “Alright then!” Jess said triumphantly. “How's Friday sound?” 


       “I'll ask S... I'll ask my boyfriend,” Meg promised. 


       Three hours later, as Meg was getting ready to leave, Jess's face was stuck in a potentially permanent frown. What kind of a jerk boyfriend would convince his girl to get a Bitch tattoo, not go out with her, make her ask permission before making plans, etc.? 


       As she pondered, more and more unpleasant personality traits got piled up on her mental conception of this nebulous “Spot” guy. He assumed a Hitlerian stature in her head, a brutal misogynist who kept poor, victimized Meg a practical prisoner. 


       “He probably doesn't even work,” she snarled to herself. 


       “Who doesn't?” Meg asked. 


       “Oh, nobody!” Jess squeaked, turning quickly. Meg was shifting her stance, looking with a sort of odd longing outside. 


       “He's picking you up?” 


       Meg nodded. “He always does. He's just usually earlier than this...” 


       Jess frowned. She couldn't remember seeing Meg leave with anyone before. 


       Outside, there was a bark. Not a yappy, annoying chihuahua sound, or a sharp beagle's noise; this was a huge, powerful canine sound that made Jess's back stiffen as it rang through the small bookstore. 


       “Bye, Jess,” Meg said shyly as she half-ran outside. 


       Jess turned to watch her race across the parking lot to the sidewalk, where a massive Great Dane waited. The cashier's jaw dropped. That thing was a monster, as tall at the shoulder as Meg was! He much weigh three hundred pounds if he was an ounce! 


       There was a leash and an empty collar dangling from his enormous mouth, and as Jess stared, Meg fastened the collar around her own smooth neck. The giant dog tugged on it, and as he left with a stately walk, Meg trotting behind him, Jess caught a glimpse of the tag at his neck. 


       “That's Spot?” she said weakly. Her head spun, and her knees felt shaky. Meg seemed to be talking, and Spot swung his head towards the bookstore. His big, dark eyes seemed to rivet Jess to her place. 


       “How the living fuck am I going to be able to look at her again?” Jess moaned, her heart pounding. She realized that her nipples were stiff and her pussy was wickedly wet. 


       Before she'd had time to recover, the phone rang. 


       “H-hello?” she croaked. 


       “Can I talk with Jess? This is Meg.” 


       “It's Jess,” she said, kicking down the temptation to say that Jess had already left. 


       “This is kind of forward...” 


       Jess could hear the hesitance in Meg's voice. 


       “What is it?” 


       “Well...” 


       A faint growl sounded in the background, and Jess heard Meg say 'Oh, fine, I'll ask her.' 


       “Meg?” 


       “Jess... Spot was wondering if you'd like to have a threesome?” 


       Jess fainted.   


Chapter 1 - Spot's House



        It was seven in the evening, and Jess was standing at the foot of the stairs leading to Meg's tiny house. She had a bottle of wine in her hand, and two gin-and-tonics in her tummy as fortification. Her knees were still shaking. 


       Sighing softly, she brushed herself off and checked her hair one last time. The light, colorful dress she was wearing was immaculate, of course, and her short, bouncing braids were gorgeous, but the gesture helped to calm her nerves. She had absolutely no idea how the night was going to go. All she knew was that the pleasant tremor in her belly that soft, sweet little Meg gave her had been ignited into a roaring fire by Meg's “boyfriend” Spot. 


       Well... Time to bite the bullet. Jess stepped up the stairs and rapped on the door. It was opened almost instantly, and Jess felt butterflies explode in her stomach. 


       Short, curvy Meg was wearing a lacy confection that covered up exactly enough to keep you glancing, and she had a warm, shy expression on her face that made Jess want to jump her right there in the doorway. 


       “Thanks for coming, Jess.” Meg smiled happily at her friend and coworker, taking the bottle. As soon as she'd shut the door behind them, she reached up, slipped her left hand behind Jess's neck, and pulled her down into a deep, hot kiss. 


       Jess's eyes flew open as their lips brushed together, then opened, and when Meg's tongue slid into her mouth, she thought she was going to die of happiness. 


       Groping behind her, Meg managed to set the bottle down on a side table before Jess wrapped her in a crushing embrace that took them both to the floor. Jess's hands ran up and down Meg's body, shaking with her enthusiasm, as Meg rolled her hips against her friend's athletic body. 


       Out of the corner of her eye, Jess caught a glimpse of a massive presence. She pulled away from the kiss, leaving Meg panting, to stare at Spot. He was sitting quite still in the corner, not even wagging his tail, just watching. Jess giggled suddenly – after all, dogs greet each other by sniffing their bottoms; her mind-numbingly delicious kiss with Meg could hardly seem all that unusual by comparison. 


       From her position on her back, Meg tilted her head back to look at her boyfriend. He tossed his head, and she jumped to her feet, almost knocking Jess over. 


       Stepping over to the side table, she picked up the bottle of wine Jess had brought. 


       “Oh, that's our favorite!” she said happily. “Would you like a glass?” 


       Still watching Spot, Jess nodded her head. 


       “Sit anywhere, okay?” Meg said as she walked into the next room. “I'm going to get some glasses.” 


       Both Jess and Spot watched Meg's round butt as she left. Then their gazes locked on each other. Jess felt oddly intimidated by the huge creature. He outweighed her by probably 180 pounds, and he was so ungodly big that maybe being scared of him wasn't strange, but it was the nature of the fear that was unusual. The way he watched her, the way Meg seemed to understand him, it was just so un-doglike! It would have been less scary if he just panted and licked and tried to jump up on her like a normal dog. 


       Sitting on a love seat, Jess watched him warily. He seemed to be appraising her, and she saw both intelligence and heat in his eyes. Looking up and down his massive body, she blinked. She'd seen a flash of red, and... 


       As she looked between his legs, he shifted his position, and Jess gaped. Jutting out between his hind legs was a gigantic rod of hard, reddish cockmeat. She looked back up to his face in shock. 


       He was definitely smirking. 


       Meg put a glass in her hand, and Jess drained it without taking her eyes off Spot. She hadn't even noticed when Meg had reentered the room. There was a clear glass bowl of wine in front of Spot, and Meg was delicately sipping wine herself, but at the moment Jess had eyes for only one thing – Spot's incredible dick. 


       She had never really seen a dog cock before. It was pointed and huge, and the color made it look... sort of angry. There was a fist-sized swelling at the base, before his big, furry balls. 


       “Those must be just packed with cum,” she murmured, not realizing she was talking out loud until Meg giggled. 


       “They are,” she said, that adorable blush creeping down her neck again. “I wish... sometimes it seems like he's going to knock me up. Get me pregnant with his puppies.” 


       Jess's eyebrows rose. “You've had that inside you? Bulge and all?” 


       “It's called a knot, Jess,” Meg said, eyes twinkling. “Hence...” She pulled her bra up minutely, and Jess felt herself getting wetter as she looked at the creamy undersides of Meg's big breasts through her transparent teddy. Under each pretty half-globe was a tiny tattoo of a knotted cord. 


       “Jesus...” Jess whispered. “Any other tattoos you want to show me?” 


       “Maybe...” Meg said coquettishly. Here, in her own house, with Spot sitting next to her, she seemed to have lost some of her shyness. “How about you?” 


       “I have one,” Jess said. She leaned forward. Meg caught her breath as Jess slowly tugged the straps of her dress down her shoulders, revealing her cleavage. Inked on the upper curves of her breasts was a pair of spread wings, joined together by a long-lashed eye. 


       “That's beautiful,” Meg breathed, leaning back in her seat. Spot nodded, making a vaguely growly sound, and Meg giggled. “He wants me to show you my last one.” 


       She tugged her panties down so Jess could see her shaven pubic mound. On the waxed-smooth skin was another tattoo – more simple black cursive. This one read Puppy Slut, over a little red heart. A single-minded, toothy grin spread over Jess's face. 


       There was a rasp in her voice as she leaned forwards in her chair. “Meg... I'm hungry.” 


       Meg shivered as Jess's fingers clenched and loosened. “Me, too.” 


       “And your, ah... your boyfriend won't mind?” 


       They both looked over at the big dog. His head inclined minutely, and Jess pounced. 


       She slithered out of her dress in seconds; underneath, she was nude, her skin smooth and dark and luscious. Meg squeaked in pleased surprise as Jess almost roughly spread her legs apart. Jess's hands closed on the collar of Meg's teddy and shredded it, baring the shorter girl's body. 


       Meg wrapped her legs around Jess as the athletic girl kissed down her neck, pushing her bra off so she could lavish attention on Meg's pretty breasts. Spot watched silently as Jess, finally free, indulged her desire for his bitch. 


       Jess was shaking with need as she jerked Meg's panties down to dangle off one of her ankles. She knelt in front of Meg's bare pussy, looking like a worshiper at prayer, and Meg held her breath in anticipation. 


       The first lick was long, slow, and soft, Jess's hot tongue sliding up Meg's slit, tasting her wetness. Jess breathed out in satisfaction before suckling on Meg's clitoris. Meg grabbed onto Jess's short braids, holding her to her ready womanhood. 


       Jess licked and sucked at Meg's cunt, drawing gasps and delicious moans from the curvy girl. One long digit slid inside Meg, making her groan, and Jess grinned around her mouthful of pussy as she finger-fucked the quivering object of her affections. 


       Meg was shaking, breathing hard as she got ready to come, when Jess felt a poke at her rump. Glancing back, she started as she saw the massive shape of Spot behind her, bumping his snout into her sleek backside. He nosed her legs apart, and she braced herself. 


       Her long moan of satisfaction as Spot's giant tongue slid into her cunt was muffled by her own pussy-eating, and then entirely drowned out as Meg gave a panting, climactic cry. Jess's sweet lips on her clit drove her over the edge, and she ground herself into her coworker's face as she came. 


       Jess's face was tight with concentration, and as Meg recovered, she grinned. Spot was an incredible pussy licker, and with his huge tongue he could give a girl an experience she wasn't likely to find anywhere else. 


       Sliding down to sit on the floor, Meg pulled Jess close to her. “I'm so glad you came over tonight,” she said softly, giving Jess a quick kiss on the lips. 


       She stroked Jess's face, played with her hair, and kissed her over and over as Spot ate her out. Seeing the intensity of the pleasure on her friend's face was making her giddily happy. It was also making her pussy hot. She reached down between Jess's legs to toy with her clitoris. 


       “I want you to come for me, Jess,” she said quietly into the shivering girl's ear. “I want you to come so you can take his cock. Come for me...” 


       “Oh, fuck!” Jess moaned, reaching up to grab Meg's black hair and pull her into another kiss. She came, an earthshaking orgasm with a dog licking her cunt, Meg fondling her clit, and her tongue thrust into her friend's mouth. 


       It took two more glasses of wine for them to recover. Jess lay on her back, Meg lying on her straddling one leg, slowly working her hips, grinding her clit against Jess's muscular thigh. Spot was behind her, casually lapping at her wet pussy from time to time. 


       “I don't know if I can take that monster,” Jess said, hoisting her head up to take another sip of wine and stare at Spot's dick. “It's gotta be... fuck, just how big is it?” 


       “He's ten inches long,” Meg said dreamily, raising face from suckling on one of Jess's nipples. “Ten wonderful, amazing inches. You wouldn't believe how he feels inside you. He's so hot...” 


       “Like, temperature?” 


       “Yeah... it feels awesome. Ohh!” Meg's voice trailed off as her body tensed, riding out another orgasm. 


       “Jesus, Meg, you've come like five times there,” Jess said, marvel in her tone. 


       “Mmm, you're so hot...” 


       Jess grinned. “Not just temperature, I hope.” 


       “No, silly... you're a sexy girl,” Meg giggled, poking her. Then her face straightened as Spot gave a little growl. “Get on your hands and knees, Jess. He wants us to get him ready.” 


       “You mean?” Jess's eyes widened and she licked her lips. 


       Meg nodded, and Jess gulped. 


       Spot heaved himself to his feet – with all of them on all fours, he was much taller than the girls. Meg took his left side, Jess his right, and they both looked at his massive, erect member – Meg with naked, submissive desire, Jess with both lust and barely-restrained fear. 


       “Kiss it,” Meg urged her friend. “Taste him. Don't worry, he's very clean.” 


       “Okay...” 


       Slowly, Jess moved her head towards him. Up close, the doggy cock looked even odder, but it was a good kind of odd – Jess wasn't particularly fond of human penises. She didn't mind the taste, it was what they were attached to she objected to. 


       She could feel Meg's eyes on her, urging her on, and she slowly opened her mouth and moved in. The pointed tip of his shaft penetrated her lips perfectly, and she sighed and closed her eyes as she pressed in further. 


       “Oh, that's so sexy...” Meg said, leaning in herself to kiss Spot's knot. She licked at the lower part of his shaft, joining her friend in worshiping his canine phallus. 


       “He really is hot,” Jess said, pulling back to catch her breath. Her eyes were wide open and sparkling now. There was something about his cock that made her want to take him down her throat – not that she could, really. But she wanted to. 


       Meg was slurping and licking enthusiastically on her bestial lover's rod. Spot stood quite still, hardly moving at all as his two bitches lavished attention on him. Jess felt that strange, chilly fear seeping into her heart again – there was something very, very strange about this dog. 


       But then she looked at her friend's face as she wrapped her lips around Spot's dick, and she forgot her trepidation. “Hey, Meg?” 


       “Mmm?” Meg answered, her mouth still full of doggy dick. 


       “I'm ready.” 


       Meg looked up, her eyes shining. “Really?” 


       “Really.” 


       “Okay.” Meg got up on her knees, moving up to Spot's head. She stroked his head and whispered in his ear, and he nodded once, then swung his head down to look at Jess. 


       His gaze locked onto hers, and her lips parted at the fire she saw in those big, liquid brown eyes. “Do we have to do it... y'know, doggy style?” she asked. 


       Meg laughed. “No, of course not.” She gently pushed Jess down onto her back. “Just relax and get ready. We'll do all the work.” 


       It was difficult to relax with a dog well over twice your size standing – looming, really – over you, with a cock that suddenly seemed as long as your forearm about to pound into your pussy. But Meg leaned over and gave Jess's cunt a sweet, soft kiss, then licked slowly up and down Spot's thick shaft until it was glistening with saliva. 


       “He wants you to lift your hips up a little,” Meg said matter-of-factly, and Jess obeyed, raising her butt off the ground so her pussy was lined up perfectly with Spot's member. 


       Meg crawled over to Jess's head and kissed her forehead. “Now shut your eyes,” she said. “I'm going to kiss you.” 


       Jess obeyed, and as Meg's quick little tongue slid into her mouth, the pointed tip of Spot's cock parted her pussy lips. She stiffened, her eyes flying open, but then his massive hips bucked forwards and his gigantic rod simply impaled her. 


       Her half-scream of surprise was muffled by Meg's mouth. Spot's girth was stretching her open in a way that she had thought would be agonizing. But the immense pressure, the slick, hot size of him, somehow triggered nerves that she didn't know she even had. His dick slid deep into her as if it was made to. Which, in a way, it was. 


       Meg moaned along with her as she watched the interplay of emotion and sensation on Jess's pretty face. “How does it feel?” 


       “Fuh, fuh, fucking amazinggg!” Jess panted, her eyes rolling back in her head as Spot started to plow into her with smooth, long strokes. His hips drove his dick into her with machine-like speed and efficiency, his knot pressing against her clit with every thrust, and Jess's mind devolved into a cauldron of babbling, fuck-drunk pleasure. 


       She had no idea when she had started coming, but she was orgasming almost constantly, the waves of her climax rising and falling, sending her skyrocketing off into pleasure-filled nothingness. At some point, Meg had slipped down to lavish kisses and love on Spot's pounding shaft and Jess's overstimulated clitoris. 


       “Oh, Jess! Oh, he's about to knot you!” she called up ecstatically. 


       By the time her overworked brain had processed this, Spot had already set himself for the final thrust that would really, truly make Jess his. She stared down her body as he bucked forwards, that massive bulge pressing into her already-stretched cunt, and then her hips thrust up towards him with a gene-deep imperative to be mated, and he was inside her all the way, still moving, and the orgasm as she knew she was his bitch was the best ever. 


       His hips were still working, his cock throbbing deep inside her. It felt like he was in her womb! And Meg's mouth was on her clit, and she was squeezing her own tattooed breasts unconsciously, and she simply could not stop coming. 


       Somehow, a change in the tone of his thrusting penetrated her sex-fogged brain, and she knew that he was about to come inside her (breed her, she thought with a crazed spike of lust). Meg was kissing Jess's belly, murmuring sweet nothings to the hard-driving doggy cock inside her, and then Spot gave a huge, growling howl. He fucked her so hard that her toes curled as she felt a gush of cum shooting down his shaft and into her womb. 


       Hot, creamy doggy cum shot out into her, warm and wet inside her, and she gasped, almost laughing with the sheer joy of the experience. She had never even dreamed of anything like this! No wonder Meg never so much as looked at another man. 


       “Oh, he's coming, isn't he,” Meg said enviously. “You look so gorgeous like this.” Sincerity rang in her voice. Jess was lying on her back on the floor, her ass in the air, with ten inches of hot, hard doggy dick throbbing in her pussy, shooting her full of cock cream – and she had never looked more beautiful. 


       Slowly, the torrent of cum slowed as Spot emptied his balls into his new bitch's belly. Even slower, Jess's mind cleared, and she relaxed, sighing as Meg kissed her face over and over again. By the time she had fully recovered her senses, Spot's knot had shrunk enough for him to pull out, and Jess watched as Meg lovingly cleaned his cum-slick cock. 


       Jess lay back and shut her eyes. She could hear Meg whispering to Spot, and his faint growls and ruffs in reply. Then Meg was next to her, running a hand through her braids. 


       “Jess?” 


       “Yeah, baby?” Jess replied sleepily. 


       “Would you... would you like to come and live with us?”