Taboo Dog Novels & Stories

He was no exception cat. "But your building doesn't allow animals," Cass said. "I saw the sign. 'No pets.'" Fudge. "Oh yeah, well my landlord took one look at Tabby and couldn't refuse. Everyone loves him. Hard to resist." I quickly got up before I lost my nerve. I was shameless. The poor guy. He just knew I was lying. It was so obvious. "That's cool. I love cats. Can I come with you to feed him? I'd love to meet Tabby."

There’s one door that is shut, that door leads up to the bedroom. "This is my home, there's only one bedroom so ma'am you take my bedroom and Suki and I will stay in the living room." He picks up the small dog which is circling around his leg. "It's cute." She says looking at the dog. "Yeah she's Suki, she's a great companion." He says kissing the dog. She smiles and slowly sits on the couch holding her head. There is a hammering pain in her head, maybe it is because of all the stress and crying. "Do you have a headache?" He puts the dog down. "No um.. yeah a little bit." She looks up at him. "Okay you sit here I will be back." He walks away and disappears in the kitchen area.

No one. Tabby

He was a bitch to train, being almost as stubborn as me, but once we had an understanding we became an inseparable duo. “Cute--- dog?” Buck muttered, suspiciously eyeing me and the dog, as if he suspected it to be radioactive or some kind of alien. “This is Max,” I introduced him cheerfully, scratching him behind his ear, while he let his tongue hang out and started wagging his tail, making a banging noise every time he hit the already bent metal of the bike. “He’s a Tibetan Mastiff, but I trim his fur, so he doesn’t overheat.” The big bicker didn’t reply but instead stepped forward. And to my surprise, he actually reached out his hand to pet him! Most people ran away screaming when they met

I was furious, humiliated, and so fucking wet it was embarrassing. Marcus stood in the center of the massive open-plan living area, leash in hand, watching me with dark, satisfied eyes. When I reached his feet, he clipped the leather leash to the ring on my collar and gave it a gentle tug. “Good girl. First rule: pets don’t speak unless given permission. You bark, whimper, or stay silent. Understood?” I glared up at him but nodded. He smiled. “Good. Now strip. Slowly.”

“She’s going to make some wolf very happy someday. Probably sooner than I’d like.” My wolf snarls. *That wolf will be us. No one else.* “Any prospects?” I hear myself ask. “A few unmated males sniffing around. Tyler Brecken seems interested. He’s from good bloodlines, strong fighter.” Rob shrugs. “But Maya doesn’t seem interested in any of them. Says she’s not ready.” *Because she wants me. Because she’s been waiting for me.* The thought makes me want to beat my chest and howl.

His phone started to ring. “Clean up the rest of the books. I need to step out for five minutes to make a call. Don’t touch anything that isn’t yours.” The door clicked shut behind him. I stood there, breathing hard, my mind reeling from what had just happened. I had come from being spanked and humiliated by my professor. What the hell was wrong with me? My eyes landed on his laptop he left open on the desk. The screen was still on. A folder on the desktop caught my attention: “The Professor Pet Project.”

"Taking your cousin's cock like a good girl." They started moving together,Damon thrust deep and steady, whispering dirty loving words. "This pussy belongs to family now and no one else will ever feel how perfect you are." Lily wrapped her legs around him, meeting every thrust,the taboo made it intense knowing his blood was the same as hers, that this was forbidden but felt like coming home. He flipped her over, taking her from behind, one hand rubbing her clit while he pounded harder Lily came again, her pussy squeezing around him, soaking the sheets,the pleasure was so strong she saw stars.

The lady's pubic hair lay flat, untamed fur, laced with cum. We're all in our late thirties, married, kids, good jobs, nice suburban life. How the fuck did we end up naked and fucking each other's wives? It all started, when the dog got a boner. Let me back up. I'm Tor, short for Tormid, supposedly a Norse warrior of some renown in the tenth century. Hold on. Get that image out of your mind. We are all so average looking, it's pitiful. Everybody goes to the gym but we go out partying too, so we have a little more on us than we should. Since I have now seen my two best friends with hard cocks, taking turns shoving them in my gasping wife, I'll tell you we're average there too.

"And the taboo... the fact that you're my student... only makes it all more delicious." "Yes... yes..." Dirly panted, her hips arching, trembling, "...impossible to resist... I want more... I can't control myself..." He smiled, pulling her by the waist and positioning her on the counter again, sliding his hand inside her panties firmly, provoking, penetrating with his fingers, each touch bolder, each movement more intense. Dirly held the edge of the counter, trembling, arching her back, her moans turning into muffled cries of pleasure and guilt, the taboo making everything even more exciting.