Erotica Dog Novels & Stories

Licking my fingers, tasting her sweet arousal. Holding her hips as I placed my tip at her entrance. Before I could even tell her to breathe, she slid me in, moaning as her hips picked up speed. Shocked, I grinned, seeing how confident my little Luna is. She was on the verge of orgasm as I leaned down to her neck, letting my Canines show ready to marks her sweet neck. “ Alpha, STOP!!!!”Derrick came barging into the room. People who like the living don’t barge in, especially when this room isn’t soundproof, and it’s obvious what was happening here.

Each strike of his hot cock brought me closer to that edge but each thrust failed to find its mark and penetrate me and just as I could feel myself about to finally cum, the dog thrusted his molten dick into my now exploding pussy. AHHHH. THERE IS A DOG’S COCK IN MY PUSSY! Dominic’s dog’s cock thrusted into me with reckless abandon and with each thrusts, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm. I didn’t think I could be filthier but the fact that I was letting a dog use my cunt was enough realization that I could be even filthier than a fucking dog. My body shook and I whimpered through the gag as my head fell back and I saw bright white lights as wave after wave of pure plea

He had never seen one so big, but that wasn't what made him get hard. The giant dome of Derek dick-head emerged from the foreskin cloak. Derek pushed it down towards the lapping tongue of Doc Kola lab. The tail-wagging dog eagerly licked while Derek stroked. He pushed his groin forward, lifted his cock and offered his ball-bag to his four-legged friend. She seemed thrilled, and licked his bouncing nuts.

She was a futanari, a girl with a penis, and today, her body was crying out for release. Suddenly, a flash of movement caught Eden's eye. There, in the grass, was a small dog, a terrier of some sort, trotting along without a leash. Eden watched as the dog approached her, its tail wagging excitedly. As it drew closer, Eden noticed something peculiar – the dog's genitals were exposed, and it appeared to be in heat.

"When I was browsing a bookshop recently, I came across this. It was being sold openly. The illustrations inside are deeply improper, and the woman depicted in them is my cousin." It was an erotic picture book. The woman's face was never shown, yet her poses were overtly seductive, and a rose-shaped birthmark was on her waist. Eleanor frowned. "What is this? How do you know the woman in these pictures is Charlotte?" Yvonne's voice rang out clearly across the hall. "Because my cousin has the exact same rose birthmark on her waist." The room erupted. Every pair of eyes turned toward me, and the looks on their faces said everything. One moment away from becoming Crown Princess, and now this. Ho

I grab her. My lips melt into hers, her skin meeting mine erotically. Her body is hot everywhere I touch her. I take her flimsy skirt off first, my fingers hooking on the hook for second, hesitant, before I rip it open. The skirt tears, revealing her pretty light pink pussy. Have I mentioned how soft her skin is? “Commando?” I say softly, smiling into her eyes, and she doesn't bother with a reply. She's forceful, movements impatient. Her hand pulls my head between her legs and I'm enclosed in their warmth. The heady, sweet scent of her pussy makes me drowsy, drunk.

My cock hardened fully under their combined attention, standing thick and heavy against my stomach as they deliberately avoided touching it directly. For what felt like hours, they took turns using their mouths, fingers, and a selection of smooth, vibrating toys they had brought aboard. Victoria’s tongue traced slow circles around the head of my cock, never quite taking me in fully, while Elena’s fingers massaged my balls and pressed gently against the sensitive spot behind them. Lila used a small vibrating wand on my nipples and along the underside of my shaft, the low buzz sending sparks of pleasure through me that built gradually but never quite tipped me over the edge.

MAYA His mouth moves lower, kissing across my collarbone, down to my breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth and sucks, hard enough to make me gasp. “Damon!” “That’s it, little wolf. Let me hear you.” He lavishes attention on my breasts, sucking and licking and biting gently until I’m writhing underneath him. Then he moves lower, kissing down my stomach, my hips, my thighs. “Spread your legs for me,” he growls. “Let me see all of you.”

“That mutt’s only five months old, but when the owner returned from a business trip, it had already torn a few chunks out of people. When I went to pick it up, it nearly wrecked my hand. You call that sweet? “And let me tell you one more thing—while the owner was away, guess who was taking care of that dog? That’s right—this woman, Xena Quinn. “I’ve been training dogs for decades, and I’ll bet my career on this—that dog was trained to attack on purpose. “Bottom line—someone taught the dog to be vicious. Don’t fall for her lies. She’s here to play you all for fools. Show’s over—go home.” Dogman had a massive online following, and countless fans flooded into the livestream, turning the chat in

Dysnomia sits outside with the pup in her arms. “Hi Gunther,” she greets, “Do you want to meet Derora?” Gunther trots up to her and I feel his glee in anticipation of Dysnomia’s horror when she catches his smell. She doesn’t disappoint. “Gunther, bad dog!” she scolds him.