Lonely In Tokyo With Two Pup


Blowjob, Fantasy
My name is Junjio. I'm 34, and live alone in a diminished Tokyo apartment. A lot of the mean solar day go by quick, working, and then the evenings slow and dull. I've been lonely a long fourth dimension, with no real family nearby, or inter-group communication with friends or a boyfriend for a couple of age now. It's like this for a lot of city dwellers in modern Japan. It got so bad for me, that I found myself going crazy, thinking all sorts of strange idea, getting lost in my own blank for old age, and eventually I bought a menage pet. I didn't really like animals growing up, but I thought if there weren't going to be multitude in my living right now, at to the lowest degree I could get an animal.



At first I got a big English mastiff, a inviolable dog to take a shit me sense safe at menage. He had thick brawn, small fur, and Shirley Temple Black vacant eyes, with a serious and set expression always on his fount to match. He was to make me feel rubber, I repeated to myself when picking him out nervously at the topical anaesthetic breeder…but from the commencement he was so often giving than me. Trying to pull on his pencil lead as I walked him back to my apartment through the bustling metropolis, he just seemed to possess a mind of his own, his head and gaze somewhere else, and he moved only when he wanted. His thick red collar never even seemed to incite when I pulled, that's how imperfect I felt. I'm quite a petite girl, still pretty and youthful-looking at my age - I feel much untried, always - with my hair long and a fringe just above my eyes. I got quite embarrassed standing there in the urban center centre, as he kept stopping, and I waited for him to want to move again ; I knew my impudence were flushing a burning red, and maybe the great unwashed stared. I would lightly pat him on the head every now and then in these consequence, to ease my own nerves and make it attend like I was still in control, that there was a rationality for this, even if it was in the middle of a busy walkway, but I'm thinking that now and it doesn't even make any sense.

Now I had frightened night at home ; Tut - I named him - would put up in shadows, and I'd curl up behind my covering fire, having forgotten to keep out the bedroom doorway, praying he wouldn't come closer, and looking after him after he'd left, wondering if I shouldn't follow. I left his food bowl by the threshold, and started eating breakfast in my lock up room, bowls of pre-made rice on the bedside storage locker. He was so tall ; up to just beneath my breasts when he stood really proud. I'd never felt that notion of desolation more profoundly, and the fear so tangible in my apartment as I did then. My apartment is only a few rooms, and each quite low too ; his mien and darkness took up so much of that space.

I got myself a minuscule Pomeranian friend, because I was terrified, just the following day, panicking - and more than ever I needed that supporter. Tento was the most adorable and poofy footling thing I've ever owned, and he could just eat me right up - quite big for this breed, though still very small. My second champion - I couldn't just rid of Tut, what an awful person that would make me, I could never let an animal get hurt, or anyone - would curve asleep on my belly and was so light he rose and sank as I breathed. We ate Charles Edward Berry and I gave him little doggie chocolate treats the size of his tiny sassing that he gobbled up, and would then yip up and bounce around the room. He made me giggle and smiling, and blush and knot back my pilus behind my ear. I knew I'd bought two males, and I didn't really know much about weenie - were they alphas, I worried, and would they fight for ascendence of the apartment - but I'd always preferred the company of male child at schoolhouse and even later at work, just for some reason. That's what I told myself. I don't really know if that was a conscious conclusion or not. I loved to pee-pee Tento palpate good ; I would fray his little headspring, and he'd yip and get as close as he could to a bark, and sink into my belly, with his eyes rolling up into his head and his lilliputian tongue hanging out as he panted softly and eventually gave in to being just wonderfully happy.

We were alone in my room one evening, with the door locked from Tut who I couldn't stand being stared at by but couldn't shake from my view either, after a lot of even in the dark, me otiose and scrolling through social spiritualist, laughing at the smallest good affair I could find - scrolling quickly past the distressing or irritation ( unless they really grabbed my annoyed attention ) - with my jammies clit undone. I sprinkled some drinking chocolate treat for Tento onto my belly and breasts as a collection plate for him to pick up off of - and my skin tickled electrically, I jerked - Tento… I held him before knocking him off my belly. He was startled by my sudden cause, but I'd felt so awful and fell -"I'm so sorry, my big, impregnable boy ! Oh, I'm sorry, Tento, sorry, sorry !"and I stroked his head furtively, horrific I'd harm him. He seemed annoyed almost - I didn't know what to do, but then he'd forgotten it and was licking coffee off my chest of drawers and boob again."EEK"I shuddered, muffling myself with the cover of my hand. I couldn't push him off ; he just went away, picking off chocolates with nonchalance, with all his felicitous attention and interestingness on that small task. I had to admit something awful ; I knew why I was buying those dog…. No, that wasn't it. I panted small and childishly, far too loudly, as Tento, picked up every last one, and after the lowest I pulled him straight in and fill up, and held him close to my typeface, whispering unspoiled boy, honest boy, secretly my affection racing now it was over, and so thankful it was over. And then he was licking my face in tiny spit licks. I wanted to suck his shaft. Fuck. Fuck ! My bridge player went to his sheath, then quickly no, away, rubbing my hand against my skin. Why was I so lonely ? Why was I like this ? These heel were so happy, they didn't deserve this. I thought of Tut, and his good, unchanging expression, that heavy, muscular and drooping body, and those beedy heart, that slick magazine tone that looked everywhere and nowhere, and I didn't know if it was looking at me or not. I wanted to have sex with him. With both of them.

I wasn't going to. I'd had sex before, a few times, at college and then a little after. Not for a long patch. I fed Tento a little grain or two of rice from my secret breakfast stadium on the bedside table, set for tomorrow morning. The break of the day routine now was the feed, the thrill of dress, the speedy unlock then decelerate and pocket-sized creek clear of the room access and then the quick bolt to the front door before Tut could be stirred from his luxury matted dog bed in the corner. Like a Billie Jean Moffitt King, or emperor ruling the kitchen and living space. I was leaving half an minute early now, because I knew he woke with the sun through the big deoxyephedrine wall-windows, and I had to sit in a tranquilize position on my telephone or trying anxiously to understand at a workbench outside the subway whilst the time went past, and then go to work. I really hated myself, deep down. I felt lonely ; I felt like talking to people always went badly. I'd been trying to knead on it, but being so affright meant it took me lifetimes to pee-pee the belittled steps - and that meant, most times, it really felt care petty had changed at all. Tut I had given a piffling thin blue catch, that hung gently in and amongst his fur. He really was the sweetest affair. But, even as those beedy eyes looked at me in curiosity, all I could suppose about was making him my fucktoy. I wondered what it would contract - I'd seen lady friend on the internet do it with seemingly no motivator, but then I read a lot about having to use intellectual nourishment. Maybe I'd let him lick me on determination.

The door creaked out-of-doors. No - it was locked ! Tut's phantasma. I just froze. Tento was still licking my face, and giving out occasional yaps ! of glee. I couldn't make out Tut's face - but he walked forward, calmly, slowly, with slow purpose. I didn't know what he wanted. I was so scared."Come here, boy"I said quietly - so quietly, did I even say it ? A little louder"Come here boy"- and then he'd leapt onto the bed. He was so improbable. He was so strong - and handsome. He was twice the size of me. Oh god… he dove his nose slowly, almost deliberately, under the bedsheet covering my lower half. I didn't understand what was going on. What was he suddenly doing ? And now ? Had I been…

I yelped, a thick red tongue against my private parts. I could finger the stagnant, sour gustatory sensation of my pussy juice as he licked them up, so eagerly."Tut !"I screamed, I don't know if in fury, in fear, in ecstasy, in desperation and backup man and oh my god, stop. He was so strong. I think I was starting to cry. Would my dog rape me ? I muffled myself with the back of my hand, but the supererogatory grabbed the fur on his head and held him there. Please, you big boy, block up - don't, don't arrest. Tento was still licking my face, and he licked uncomfortably at my lid, at the salty tears before they even had a hazard to leave. I reached out now and held onto the bedposts ; and suddenly Tut had leapt forward, pushing his face into mine, thrusting at my humbled end with his rosehip. I could palpate each rib through his skin, as I think I pulled his body close, then he found himself, and ground into me, with fastness and desperation, pouring his sullen dick into my crotch, and I couldn't breathe. I'd missed something out deliberately in this story ; I had forgotten to myself that this wasn't the first time. All the porn I'd watched had gotten confused with world. approach family and spending hours building up the braveness to go into the kitchen, and then going to Tut's bed and tickling his question, then his belly - lowly, lower. Had that really happened ? I wanted to go to his bed as he slept and gently suck him off, the mighty emperor being served by his concubine gripe. I do n't care how that sounds.

Tento had to startle off and had nowhere to go. Tut didn't care ; he just pounded, caressing into his bitch, his huge body rocking the bed, creaking and trembling, and breaking my tiny slight organic structure. I slammed back and Forth River against the paries, knocking my head against it, and it cracked, brains and blood spilling out, that's how it felt. My pelvis crushed into debris, it was slopped agony, he wound his thickheaded dick into me, joining us, and I just about held on in the middle of the rape, and more than anything I couldn't admit still that I'd bought him just for this ; I'd bought specifically a former breeding dog, just in suit, just because I thought he might be more receptive then. He didn't care how very much he was fucking me. The bed knocked into the beside tabular array, spilling my rice everywhere, and Tento jumped down to eagerly work out it up. He was still riding, and I realised - he didn't love me ; he just wanted a onanism toy. I had some burnt umber left from the bag and reached for them, as I groaned and he panted and yelped in mastery and satisfaction, growling at his concubine conquest, and I started feeding the chocolates shakily up to him, as he ground away at me, and I was trying to mush them into his face between his growling teeth, trying to get his love like I had Tento's so delicately. Instead all I could really do was weakly thrust back at him with my pelvic arch. I tried to latch my legs around his body a few times, but they kept falling back down - I was too modest, my rosehip less wide than his body, and I just let him retain going as my optic rolled back, and so did his - I was vaguely aware of Tento on my face again, and I don't know if I'd jacked him off or what, but I remember his tiny hawkshaw face fucking me, as he jammed it in with rapture, and all three of us were a Bond.

The nautical mile was growing in Tut, and I wanted aught more than to be pregnant with his puppy-babies - he was getting more than and more sex, his face screwing up and squinting, and I was in dearest with it just then, all my worries gone, giving myself up to my maestro - and then Tento, my niggling Pomeranian, came hot and unenviable white semen down my throat, as he yipped loudly. Finally Tut howled, and his air mile bulged thick and wedged in me, and my soundbox was then hot from the dog semen exploding into my belly all at once. There was panting as they slowed and stopped, and both my son had conquered me. Tut's labored body slumped happy on to of me, still in me, crushing me like a vast yellow cover, as his eyes wavered and then closed in sleep and expiation - and in his little doggy dream my big boy still hammered away at me, now just little minor, arching thrusts. I had my arms around him and caressed his vertebral column, and hugged him close, still knotted. I smiled, and massaged Tento 's heading as he curled up on me, the cum pouring from my lips. Then my eye drifted too, and I blacked out.

I woke up the next day and didn't go into oeuvre. I felt ashamed and naked - happy to intromit what I'd felt, strange that it had been real. Another day passed, I got the braveness to confront my dogs ; they'd slept on the story and bed, Tut on the bed, Tento on the level. I was allowed with the emperor moth as his concubine on the bed. That was a ridiculous thing to say. I thought that would be the end of all of it ; the following day, I let Tut fuck me from behind. It was very quick ; he woke up, I realised what was going to happen from what he felt and what I really felt, and I bent down and he leapt up. He was just a desperate and colly little dog, but I loved him. We had a lot more sex in the succeeding few twenty-four hours and weeks, but it felt more natural and mature in that clip. I changed jobs, quitting the one I had. I had no champion there, no life.

Tento was a lot more reticent and not much into sex - he was too angelical ; I wonder if it was just the excitement the other day that had gotten him into it. Still, I told Tut to leave us be a couple of times, and we just hung out, or occasionally I got him to open up - we even went missional one sentence, and he hammered away all excited and happy, thinking he'd done such a proficient job afterwards. I praised him and rubbed his little head, which he seemed more excited about than the sex and leaving his modest seed in my virgin trunk, and gave him hot chocolate goody and we cuddled as I fell asleep to online videos. Tut was a more Stoic man ; he knew his plaza, and around him I knew his. I didn't know how foresightful such a relationship could concluding ; though it gave me the courage to finally get out and try new things. I love my two male child, my two hot dog, and they and their sex changed my life and earthly concern ; but I could never share this story with anyone before now. I know what a lot of people might think ; and I know a lot of people might take matter the wrong way. I was lonely and distressed, and their red dicks gave me a chance. I might even want to take a human again someday, if I feel brave enough for it. But not yet. Walking Tut at the park and travelling the city with him has been a dream. It's a strange, and maybe a lonely life, with just my two dogs and me, their bitch, but hey, I am a cunt, and I do lease and love their cocks - and you can sue me for it .
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