Bad Dog - Too Bad It's Fake

“Are you up for it?”

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

“Good.”

“How do I – ”

“Oh, no, I’ll do it when the time comes. Don’t worry about that. I should get you ready first.”

“How?”

“Just relax and enjoy,” I told her with a chuckle.

“O-okay,” Ronda stammered, looking nervous, but excited.

Getting down on my knees, I took her gently by the hips and parted her creamy thighs. With her delicious pussy exposed, I buried my face in it, indulging in every last drop of her sweet nectar as my tongue explores her.

She whimpered and her fingers dug into the sheets. “That feels so good,” she gasped.

I focused my attentions on her clit, stroking the little bug with my tongue and making her moan louder and louder with each stroke.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, “I’m going to cum!”

I had no intention of stopping, and after a few more moments, she shuddered and screamed in climax.

“That should do it,” I said with a smug smirk as I lifted my head.

Turning Ronda onto her side, I had her pull her knees up to her chest, giving me easier access to her pussy and ass. She was still breathless and trembling, but I knew Ronda. She’d be ready for more in just a moment.

Popping the bottle one-handed, I lubed up the business end of the butt plug. Laying a comforting hand on her hip, I pressed the tip of the butt plug against her asshole, slowly easing it in inch by inch.

She let out a little whimper when it was about halfway in.

“You okay, baby?” I asked, stroking her face.

“Yeah, it’s just really intense. It feels good, though.”

Finally, the butt plug finished sliding in, Ronda letting out a bit of a moan as it did. I kissed her tenderly, honestly proud of her.

As the butt plug worked its magic, I put some lube on two of my fingers, sliding them up into her pussy. Ronda was holding onto my free hand tightly, so I fingered her to another, even more intense, orgasm.

When she was ready, I carefully extracted the butt plug, setting it down on the nightstand. It had done a truly admirable job. Getting the bottle again, plus a condom, I lubed up my cock and Ronda’s stretched out virgin asshole, getting us both ready for what was coming next.

As I put my hand back on her hip, I could hear Ronda hold her breath as I pressed the head of my huge cock against her stretched out asshole. Slowly, I pushed well in, submerging two thirds of my cock inside her.

She didn’t make a sound, but I could feel her shudders. Waiting until these subsided, I slowly started to move, driving into her tight virgin asshole while working her sweet little pussy with my other hand.

Each stroke brought a fresh wave of pleasure, her body gripping me like a vise. I was addicted to her, and I would never get enough of the way she made me feel. Physically or emotionally.

The pleasure built inside me quickly, and the way Ronda was writhing beneath me told me she wasn’t far behind. When she tipped over the edge and her muscles convulsed, tightening around me, it set off my own orgasm and I came so hard I saw fucking stars.

When it was finished, I carefully withdrew, kissing her tenderly on her flushed cheek.

Carrying her into the bathroom, her arms around my neck, I ran Ronda a warm bubble bath. She dragged me in with her, and together the two of us washed each other and just indulged in a sweet, tender moment.

“I love you,” I murmured, my arms around her waist.

She turned to face me, and I lost myself for a moment in her beautiful eyes.

“I love you, Sam,” she replied, then leaned in and brushed her lips over mine.

We’d had a rocky start, and while I wasn’t proud of how I’d gotten to this point, I was grateful for every moment that had gotten us here.

Epilogue

Ronda

A Few Months Later

I could hear the barking as soon as we got through the door. It hurt my heart a bit, but I knew we were here for a good cause. Sam had called ahead and told them we were coming. He wanted to get a pet from a pound, but I could never stand to go into those places. We compromised on a no-kill animal shelter.

The cages weren’t great, but they were still better than a lot of others that I had seen. Most of these places had cages made of cold metal, stacked like lockers.

These cages at least were set up in rows and had some proper, cozy bedding. The dogs seemed relatively content.

Not surprisingly, we were greeted by a wagging frenzy, the residents glad to have visitors. I fell in love a dozen times over. It was a hard choice and I’m not actually sure I could have made it if left to my own devices.