Canis: Collared and Fucked Like a Bitch on Night One

My phone buzzes again on the kitchen counter. His text: ‘Two minutes out. Door unlocked?’ Heart hammers. Days of filthy chats after my ad—big stud to ride, explore my caves. No games, straight to fuck. I hit yes, pulse racing. Freshly shaved pussy throbs under my skirt. Adrenaline spikes; this stranger’s cologne haunts my nose from video calls. Doorbell. I smooth my top, open up.

He’s there: tall, built like a bull, dark eyes devouring me. ‘Alice?’ Voice gravelly. Cologne hits—woody, primal, makes my thighs clench. No hello bullshit. He grabs my waist, crushes lips to mine, tongue invading. Taste of mint and lust. Stumbles us inside, kicks door shut. Salon couch looms. But he spots my old dog book on the coffee table, flips it open. ‘Dog girl, huh? Got gear?’

The Approach

I nod, breath short. ‘Storage closet, shoebox top shelf.’ He grins wicked, raids it fast. Returns with collar, leash—stuff from my forgotten puppy phase. Eyes lock mine. ‘Strip. Now.’ Fingers tremble yanking clothes. Naked fast, skin prickling air. He snaps collar tight around throat. Cool leather bites. Strange thrill—humiliating, hot. Clips leash, yanks chin up. ‘Good bitch. Knees.’

Floor cold under palms. Four paws, ass high, tits swaying. He tugs, parades me bedroom-ward. Tiles chill knees, pussy lips part slick. His boots thud behind, hand cracks my cheek—sharp sting blooms heat. ‘Faster, slut.’ I crawl, chain clinking nose-level, world low and dirty. Heart pounds submission; this unknown master’s owning me already.

Bedroom. He points: ‘Stockings. Boots.’ I roll sheer black nylons up thighs, lace spike heels tight. Legs look fuckable, slutty. Back down, ass up. He circles, gropes swinging tits, pinches nipples hard. ‘Perfect bitch.’ Leash snakes cold between legs, grazes wet slit. Shiver rips me. Fingers probe, two thick digits curl inside, thumb grinds clit. ‘Soaked for stranger cock already?’

The Explosion

Heels dig carpet as he mounts. Spit-lubed cockhead presses hole. One thrust—stretches wide, fills raw. Grunt escapes. ‘Take it, dog.’ Pounds savage, hips slap ass. Red handprints burn from spanks. ‘Who’s my bitch?’ ‘You! Fuck, yours!’ Dirty words spill, amp the fire. Sweat drips his chest to my back, musk mixes ours. Balls smack clit, building tsunami.

Leash yanks head back, arches me deeper. Cock spears cervix, relentless. ‘Cum on master’s dick.’ I shatter—walls clamp, gush floods thighs. He roars, floods hot inside, grinding owned. Collapse panting, chain slack.

Pulls out, cum leaks. Unclips leash casual. ‘Good girl.’ Dresses quick, pecks cheek. ‘Text ya.’ Door clicks shut. Alone, sticky, sore. Wipe up, shower steam erases him. Phone silent. Back to screens, hunting next thrill. Stranger again. No trace.