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Dog Day Afternoon, Chapter 6
By Beverly Taff
I woke the next morning shocked to find my partner still embedded
within me.
'Heck!' I asked myself. 'Did this stud ever get soft?'
As I stirred so did Billy. He slept exactly like the old Welsh sleep
dogs. One eye open; one eye shut. Now I was awake, he responded
accordingly. Not many women can honestly wake up to find their lover's
dick still engaged and ready to resume lovemaking. This is how it was
for me. Once again we shared our trip to paradise and it was mid Monday
morning before we finally separated. This time it was fairly painless
and I was pleasantly surprised to find I was not at all sore. Billy was
obviously hungry and ignoring me as he busily finished his breakfast.
Ruefully, I examined my ripped panties then threw them to Billy as a
token of our union. He played with them excitedly then ran outside to
bury them like any other trophy bone. I realised that from now on, I
would have to sleep knickerless or suffer the indignity of having my
panties ripped off me whenever we indulged.
I was really pleased that my bitch parts felt OK despite the several
reamings I had enjoyed.
'Bitch cunts were obviously used to plenty of sex,' I concluded happily
as I prepared a huge breakfast with an extra portion for Billy. I was
starving after so much fun and I reckoned that Billy was just as
hungry.
Billy returned from the garden and wolfed down his extra portion of ham
and eggs followed by an extra bowl of milk. It seemed crass of me not
to share the same food with my lover when we shared the same bed.
Finally I was dressed and ready to start work. Downstairs, I met Jack
who smiled as he remarked.
"Well you look smashing! There's a real sparkle in your eye today. Late
nights must suite you."
I smiled enigmatically and my heart sang as I whizzed through my
chores. Billy just lay languorously on one of the sofas and watched me
like a lord watching his lady.
When I went outside, I found him close to heel and soon realised why. I
was still menstruating and every dog in the neighbourhood could tell.
Within minutes of my stepping outside, the sidewalk was alive with
hopefuls sniffing my groin and trying their luck. Billy savagely
established his dominance over the other dogs and I retreated inside to
escape the hue and cry. Fortunately nobody noticed the hullabaloo and I
hid my embarrassment as Billy took up station by the main door. I was a
prisoner of my body and it's cycles.
This situation continued for over a week and began to wonder why.
Normally a woman's period only lasted about five days or so but my
situation seemed to go on forever. There was no discomfort, and I was
grateful for that. There was very little flow and a single sanitary
napkin could have normally lasted for a week if I had not showered
several times per day.
I changed it whenever I showered. Usually this meant about two or three
times a day, depending on what I had been doing. Each time I showered I
liberally scented my bitch parts with expensive perfumes but there was
no hiding my condition. The dogs could detect my pheromones and bitch
scents half a block away even though I showered three times and changed
clothes four times each day.
I was giving off pheromones like crazy and nobody knew that better than
Billy. There was no hope of a jog in the park; I would have attracted
every dog for miles. Of course the up side was the fantastic sex with
my partner and my heightened state of horniness.
After nearly a fortnight however, I began to get worried. I drove to
the library in the safety of my car with Billy beside me. There I read
up on dog physiology. It appeared that a bitch could continue in heat
for over two weeks but I learned something much worse.
Since my ascent into womanhood I had studied women's physiology
closely. I had presumed that being a woman, I could not get pregnant
during my periods. I had heard of women being horny during their
periods and I had presumed I was one of those types of women. As I read
the veterinary manuals my pulse weakened and I began to feel faint.
It appeared that humans were the only higher mammals to actually become
receptive between their cycles. Dogs, horses, cattle, sheep and nearly
all the other higher mammals became receptive during their cycles. Like
some ignorant virgin juvenile, I had been indulging in constant sex
throughout the whole of my fertile period. I should have realized that
was why I was so horny. A bitch came into season during her menstrual
cycle!
If I could get pregnant, then I bloody well was!
Sex, four times daily in a hurricane of lust for the past ten days had
almost certainly put me in the club. As I sat numbly staring at the
wall I wondered how I could check.
I slipped into the library caf? and drank a strong coffee to steady my
nerves then, with Billy walking close to heel, I bought a pregnancy
testing kit at the pharmacy across the street. Once home I ran the test
and paced nervously up and down the apartment until the test had run
its course. One glance confirmed that I was pregnant to Billy. It could
only be him for I had not had sex with anybody else. The doctor's
warning about sex with dogs now rung like the doomsday bell in my ears.
I did not know whether to laugh or cry!
My eyes fell upon the beautiful, pedigree Alsatian father and I
wondered if he knew. I studied his wonderfully proud head and
magnificent posture and began to get excited. I also recalled the
Alsatian pedigree of the puppy who had donated her parts to me and I
found myself trying to imagine my own puppies. They would be Alsatians
as well.
Cautiously, I felt my tummy but there no signs and I smiled to myself.
'Two months to go yet, you silly goose,' I told myself, then I
corrected myself 'No, two months you silly bitch!'
I wondered if I would begin to 'show'. After all, real bitches did not
seem to show much, just a sort of general thickening around the belly,
almost like putting on weight. On the other hand, human pregnancy was
nearly always obvious. A woman's bump always preceded her to advertise
her condition. I secretly began to fantasise about having a bump. Then
I scolded myself for being stupid. Everybody would think I was
expecting a baby, not puppies!
I realized I would have to hide my condition and fell to wondering how
I would cover a prominent bump. My pelvis was that of a woman's so I
would naturally carry fetuses like any other woman. I was bound to make
some sort of a show! Furthermore I did not know how many puppies I
would have. Half a dozen puppies would easily equal a single human
foetus. Then I shuddered. I had heard of some dogs having up to twelve
puppies or even more!
'Hell!' I cursed silently, 'I could be huge!'
I considered having an abortion but any gynaecologist would immediately
ask questions when he pulled a litter of dead pups from my womb. I did
not want to let Jack know at this stage either. Medical help was
therefore out of the question unless I went back to Africa. I could not
afford that though. I had invested what little savings I had in the
club. The alternative was veterinary help but that would expose my
secret as well. There was no way out! That damned dog had got me
pregnant! The only consolation was that they would be small and I
should have little trouble during parturition. Human women needed a
wide pelvis and uterus to pass the large human baby's head. Thanks to
the hormone blockers during my time in the psychiatric unit and the
later natural hormones supplied by my bitch implants before the end of
my puberty, I now had a splendid pair of childbearing hips. Male eyes
regularly turned when I worked in the club during the evenings.
I slumped upon the bed and self-consciously felt my tummy as Billy
eagerly shuffled across and tried to mount me again.
"Not now boy," I giggled. "I'll have to take it easy. You're a daddy
now and you'll have to take your responsibilities seriously!"
I clamped my thighs together and his ears pricked up curiously.
Obviously he was wondering why I was denying him his rights. He whined
softly then sniffed inquisitively at my panties. His damp nose pressed
against my trigger button and I gasped helplessly as my legs started to
part automatically. It seemed that the bitch in me still had complete
control. Billy then surprised me. He whined again then yelped softly as
his tail started to wag furiously.
'Did he know?' I asked myself. I concluded he must have known. His nose
told him much more about my condition than I would ever know. Apart
from a wonderful sense of smell, I concluded that dogs had some sort of
extrasensory ability. 'Probably my scent or pheromones or something,' I
concluded.
Whatever it was, Billy certainly knew something. Instead of straddling
me and domineering me to make me submissive and receptive, he crawled
beside me and rested his soft damp nose on my tummy. I twitched
involuntarily as the cold damp nose tickled my tummy and he whined
inquisitively. Unable to resist his beautiful expression and big brown
eyes, I reached forward and softly stroked his head as I spoke again.
"Yes. You're going to be a daddy!"
He squirmed knowingly and any reservations I might have had, finally
melted inside me. As all resistance to his advances faded, I gently
rolled sideways and passed one leg over him as I arranged myself into
what had become our normal copulation position. Billy gave a long low
whine as he realised what was being offered and his rod soon began to
emerge from its sheath. Eagerly I thrust my hips against him and
manoeuvred myself onto his exciting organ.
This time however, he was much gentler. I did not know if it was
because I appeared to no longer be on heat and so his urges were
suppressed or he perhaps understood my delicate condition. Whatever it
was, Billy was much less forceful as I indulged my needs. I did feel
him orgasm, and his knot tied us together again but he seemed much more
languorous after the deed. Gratefully, I remained tied to him and
curled up between his paws as we fell asleep.
A loud knocking on the apartment door woke us both.
"Who is it?" I mumbled.
"Jack. Who do you think? It's nearly eleven. Are you O.K?"
Billy gave a low growl but I pressed my lips to his to silence him and
his big sloppy tongue gave me a delicious lick.
"Shhh darling," I whispered as I gently tried to disengage us and reply
to Jack through the locked door.
"Yes, I'm fine. Give me a few minutes. I'll be down."
"It's not like you to be late. I'll see you down there."
"O.K." I replied as Billy whined softly again.
I squirmed again but Billy's knot had swollen quickly and I was now
tied to him helplessly. It seemed that Jack's voice had presented a
threat and Billy could expand his knot at will.
'Perhaps he had learned this little trick since living with me', I
concluded. My human libido coupled with my continual urge for bitch sex
had precipitated some changes in Billy. He must have somehow realized
that if I was not regularly serviced, I could stray.
Whatever the reason, I was now tied to him again, and my promise of 'a
few minutes' was impossible. Billy's knot invariably took a good thirty
minutes to soften so I was stuck and no mistake. The only way to soften
Billy's knot was to bring him to orgasm. This I did with enthusiasm
driven by my promise to Jack.
Once again we orgasmed together and I reveled in our new relationship.
Even if Billy was the dominant partner, I at least could train him to
service me properly. Our sex was becoming fantastic! Sadly however, I
knew we had to part soon or Jack would be worried. After our orgasm, I
remained cuddled to Billy until I finally felt his knot begin to shrink
slightly. Thinking I could seize my chance, I carefully tried to ease
myself off Billy's knot but it was still too swollen. Whatever I did, I
was forced to wait until Billy was good and ready. He recognized my
attempt to separate us and immediately re-expanded his knot. It was a
clear message that I was his and he was in charge.
I resigned myself to waiting and eventually I felt his knot shrink.
This time I waited long enough to convince Billy that I was his
obedient bitch and eventually he slipped his organ out of me and padded
towards the bathroom door. He turned to look expectantly at me and I
wondered what he wanted. Then he whined softly but I still couldn't get
it. Eventually he growled and I sensed his threat. Obediently, I opened
it and he went straight to the pan to relieve himself.
I was stunned! He simply stood sideways to the pan, cocked his leg and
jammed his cock under the toilet seat then urinated casually into the
pan. The seat held his penis down so that he did not even splash as he
relieved himself. I was amazed and bent down to praise him gratefully.
Here was a truly thoughtful partner who even kept the toilet clean!
Billy gave me a sloppy lick then sat down to watch as I sat to relieve
myself. There were no secrets between us now. I made a show of wiping
myself then flushed the pan and he peered curiously as my waste sluiced
away. He gave an excited little bark then cocked his intelligent eyes
at me and nuzzled the handle inquisitively.
"Do you want to go?" I giggled.
This was my usual question when he wanted to go and do his business
outside but I began to suspect he was thinking something else. He gave
another excited little bark and wagged his tail eagerly as the cistern
finished filling and the water sounds fell silent. Gently I depressed
it again with his nose and he got the idea. The water flushed again and
he stood watching it curiously. As I washed my hands, I was grateful he
did not try to drink it. Instead he surprised me further and scrambled
onto the pan to crouch and defecate himself with all the aplomb of a
seasoned user. My jaw fell to the floor as I watched dumbstruck with
happy amazement. Then I seized my opportunity to reinforce his
training.
"Good boy!" I praised as I hugged him affectionately. "Very good boy!
Mummy get you a present!"
Billy knew these expressions well and he slipped off the pan to follow
me to the kitchen. I took a piece of prime beef from the fridge and
held it up for him to sniff then I had another idea.
"Go flush the toilet boy," I instructed.
He looked at me puzzled so I led him back to the toilet and attached
his powerful jaws to the cistern handle. Repeating the word `flush'
several times, I gently I forced his muzzle down until the cistern
flushed again and I praised him again. He whined eagerly and I
reinforced my praise with more hugs and the steak.
"Good boy, flush the toilet. Good Boy!"
He watched his own waste disappear then yelped happily and wolfed down
the meat. He was obviously getting the idea!
Next he joined me in the shower and I lathered him affectionately
before shampooing my whole body as well. I had bought a new doggy
shampoo that did not sting his eyes and it was obvious that he
appreciated this development. Next I washed myself with my own shampoo
and he snuffled disgustedly as the splashes stung his eyes. Then we
made a game of rinsing down as he snapped happily every time the nozzle
jet came near his jaws. Fortunately it was a large shower with plenty
of room to share with Billy so I kept him in the shower as I dried him
with my hair dryer. I was setting our hygiene standards early if Billy
was to share my life so intimately. It was long gone twelve when I
finally emerged down stairs. Jack looked at me and wagged his head
knowingly.
"Good night last night?" He asked.
I smiled enigmatically and turned to serve a customer. Jack smiled
knowingly and returned to the office. Billy had taken up his usual
station on the sofa nearest the door. I knew it was to keep other dogs
at bay for I was still giving off the signals. My secret parts became
damp as I considered the messages my body was giving to all the
neighbouring dogs.
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