I've never done one of these before but here goes~

It had been years since Rita had done anything like what she had in mind for tonight. Her husband was away on business and she had the entire homestead to herself. Just her, the farm, and the only thing between her and her worst fantasies, was her swiftly diminishing willpower. She'd been playing with herself in secret for months while talking to strangers online, all of them urging her towards kinkier things. Isolated on the tiny farmstead with just herself and her vanilla husband, there was plenty of time to masturbate to increasingly sick fantasies and stories, with increasingly depraved strangers from across the globe. Rita looked down at Benji again, her eyes drifting along the friendly Labrador/ shepherd mutt until as usual, she catches herself staring at the animals plump sheath and sack. Rita bit her lip hard and let out a sigh of frustration, it was getting harder to deny how badly she wanted what she shouldn't. As she caught herself staring at the dogs ass again, Rita slowly felt herself caving in as she realized it was now, or never.

Rita gathered what she needed in a heartbeat; towel, long skirt, leash and collar before heading to the living room with her heart pounding and her vag already starting to swell with excitement. "Benji! You need to potty, boy?" she calls out, her lips throbbing between her thighs with the beat of her heart as she hears his claws on the hardwood floor racing down the hall. Now or never, she reminds herself as the dog circles her, sniffing around her ass before a few meager attempts at mounting her leg. That was the last of her willpower shriveling up inside of her, she thought to herself as she felt a single drop of excitement drooling down the inside of her thigh after a firm clench of delight. "Soon" she thought to herself as she and Benji slipped out of the quiet cozy farmstead into the dark cool winter night.

Rita followed behind Benji feeling the cold air lick between her dampened thighs, she let her mind wander as her pet did his business. Was that still what he was going to be to her, after he takes her? She bit her lip, the idea of being a pet to her own dog made her whole body shudder and she could feel herself tighten inside. As she and Benj drew closer to the barn where the pigs were kept, she watched him going from fence post to tree stump marking his territory and couldn't help wonder with a dirty shiver if dogs mark their bitches, too. It was fast approaching the point of no return as she and Benji entered the barn, wrapped up in warmth and farm musk of the barn the thoughts of the homestead and her husband suddenly felt so very far away.

Rita didn't want to waste any time. She had to make use of the time she had, and she had so many plans. Down goes the towel and so does she while her thick long skirt is pulled up over her hips, perfect for protecting herself from Benjis claws. Now normally the idea of having Benjis claws on her hips as she went around town makes her juicy cunt clench. She wants those claw marks, she wants to wear them like badges of pride. But for now, she needs to hide what a disgusting, needy sow she is from her husband.

Benjie didn't waste any time either because little did Rita know, Benji has wanted to pound his bitch since she first let him taste her puffy cunt almost a million years ago! Here she is, this twiggy little human bitch playing with her little tits begging for him to climb up and take her. Benji nipped at the bitches thighs a few times just to hear her squeak, before he lept onto her back, hooked his muddy paws around her skirt clad hips and began prodding at Rita's cheeks and thighs trying to find her hungry vag, needing to spear the bitch as much the bitch needs that hole deep inside her filled.

As she focused on the sounds of the pigs snoring around her and felt Benjis cock prodding at her ass she thought about what her husband would see if he caught her right now. The twiggy girl was on her hands and knees with the family dog on her back rutting his hips while she was desperately reaching behind her spread thighs trying to help the dog find her swollen cunt. Beyond the point of no return was more than an understatement she thought to herself as Benjis cock spit more and more precum onto her arm and up between her ass cheeks as she guided him closer to her weeping slit.

That rigid, cherry red spear pushes into Rita's needy vag effortlessly, the dogs tapered flesh sliding sheath deep in an instant while Rita has to brace herself and bite down on her lip to keep from squealing and howling like a pig, herself. It's so sudden, and so hard and her thighs tense as she's pounded again and again in such quick shallow thrusts. She can feel every inch of Benjis hot rigid steel as he rutted himself deeper and deeper with his sheath bunching up and tickling at Rita's sticky lips. Each thrust sends another shock through her body and she can feel her insides clenching down with every single pump of animal cock making her muffled grunts and gasps harder and harder to restrain. The steady slap of Benjis thrusts echo in the barn over the sound of the pigs and soon Ritas breathless panting cries of desperate pleasure join the symphony of depravity in the warm, musky barn.

Out of the corner of her eye, Rita notices a growing audience of pigs awake at the bars of their stalls watching her being bred by the happy mutt hugging at her back. She's forced to look at the floor and shudders all over, suddenly feeling so much filthier now that she knows she's being watched, even if it just the pigs. Rita can barely keep herself steady from the strength and need behind each of Benji's thrusts into her hungry cunt, each thrust forcing her to feel the increasingly fat bulge developing just outside of Benji's sheath, his fur matted flat from Rita's juicy folds. She knows he's going to want to knot her. It's then that Rita gives up and gives in, and lets herself fall face down into the dirty straw of the barn, her arm tucked underneath her while she rocks her hips back into each of Benji's thrusts.

She's not *letting* him knot her... That's merely what a bitch does.

The idea of it is hammered deep into her brain whenever his knot slams or grinds against her clit or noisily squelches as he pops in and out of Rita's slippery tunnel. Rita braces herself with her face in the dirty straw while pushing her rear end backwards, her thighs spread as far as she can manage while each thrust from Benji makes her entire body shake, Rita desperately trying to keep herself ready for when the dog is ready to tie her. Rita keeps her ass in the air and her face down, she wants to be ready for when Benji ties her, she wants to make sure every drop of his puppycum swims as deep into her as possible.

Nothing could get between Benji and his bitch. If master came into the room with the newspaper rolled up in hand, he'd endure on slamming himself and his aching knot deeper and deeper into Rita's molten, silky hole. He's going to drain himself inside of his bitch, he thinks to himself over and over like some kind of doggy mantra. His balls sway, his muscles tense and drool drips from his jaws onto the back of Rita's neck as he ruts her and pounds her clit with his fat knot. Focused like a laser on draining the contents of his nuts into Rita's body, Benji could care less about his bitch or how on the edge of her orgasm she is. He doesn't put any thought towards the sounds she's making, either.

"Knot me, please please knot me Benji! I've never needed anything else! I need every drop of your cum Benji, I need it so bad!"

If the neighbors weren't nearly a mile and a half away, they might hear Rita begging and screaming like a brainless breeding bitch, desperate to be knotted and pumped full of fresh watery puppycum. As the noisy breeding drew closer and closer to it's culmination, there was scarcely anything Rita could do but let out the shrill trembling moans and screams of a breeding bitch grow louder and louder, her voice muffled by the straw around her face.All she could do was endure the overwhelming pleasure while pushing her hips back into every thrust of Benjis swollen cock, trying her hardest not to let herself cum until the right moment.

It was just as the realization began to dawn on her that sex with her husband had never made her feel this way before, when Benjis slick fat knot pushes Rita's folds apart and the dog holds her tight and still, the animals entire cock being squeezed by his human bitches weepy cunt. Every throb, every pulse and every squirt. She can feel it all as Benji starts pumping load after load of hot doggy seed into her body. She can feel it leaking and drooling into the furthest depths of her thirsty belly, pooling up against her cervix while Benjis throbbing length adds to the swelling flood of watery warm animal sperm filling her cunt.

She can't take anymore torture, Rita hadn't struggled so much to hold back her orgasm ever before and she couldn't any longer. Wave after wave cash inside her forcing groans and squeals of joy from Ritas mouth, her voice a quivering shrill howl of mindless desperate pleasure as her body spasms and clenches again and again, her insides gripping and nursing at the dogs knot as the woman helplessly cums. Rita sits there with her ass in the air howling in the dirty straw, barely moving other than to rock her hips back into the dogs haunches, wanting every single dirty drop of the animals cum inside her womb. She could practically feel them swimming deeper inside of her, and the idea of it sent shivers through her as her orgasm slapped at the back of her mind, swelling up again and again as Benji squirts, as he slips off her back and slowly turns, ass to ass with his new breeding bitch.

The minutes ticked by as Rita lay still, panting harder than the dog knotted inside of her while her clenching cunt hugged tight to the animals swollen knot. She could stay there with her face in the musky straw for the rest of her life if it meant being bred to Benji and other dogs, too. The dull aching soreness in her cunt feels so familiar to her first time with a dog so long ago, Rita panting with a stupid smile cross her face realizing just how much she had missed this feeling. Dog cum drools deep into her body, slowly seeping passed her cervix to ooze into her starving, fertile womb while Rita shivers and coos happily at the feeling. Her husband could never understand just how this makes her feel.

Rita lay there with doggy sperm drooling into her as her mind drifted. She couldn't go back now, she needs this. She trembled all over knowing that even after her husband returns from business, that she wont be able to resist her need to be Benjis bitch anymore. No. Not just Benjis bitch. Rita bit down hard on her lip, she could feel her orgasm building again with her pussy throbbing hungrily around Benjis drained knot as she thought of sneaking out to get fucked by strays. How many stray dogs must be out there, needy for a thirsty bitch to rut? If she were a good bitch, she'd do her best to be bred to all of them. Or so she told herself.

As Benjis slippery cock slid from her cummy tunnel with a sickening schlick, Rita realized just how hard it was going to be for her to be a good bitch for Benji and all the dogs in the city once her husband gets home. The feeling of Benjis soft tongue on her sore swollen folds makes her sigh with slight and Rita bites hard on her lip before closing her eyes and moaning "I promise to be a public use breeding bitch for every dog I meet." to no one in particular. If she wanted to be a good bitch she better get busy, she thought to herself with a smile.

Hope you liked my story~