She dropped to her knees the second the door clicked shut, already panting like the filthy bitch she was. “Woof,” she said, voice low and raspy, eyes locked on his belt. He didn’t waste time with words. He just snapped his fingers and pointed at the floor. She crawled the rest of the way, ass swaying, tits hanging heavy under the thin tank top she hadn’t bothered to take off yet.
“Again,” he ordered.
“Woof. Woof.” Louder this time, throat working around the sound. Her tongue hung out, saliva already starting to drip. He unzipped, pulled his cock out, and let it slap against her cheek. She licked at it immediately, sloppy and eager, but he grabbed her hair and held her still.
“Beg like a dog first.”
She barked again, three short, desperate yaps, then whined, rubbing her face against his shaft. Spit smeared across her lips and chin. He shoved forward and buried himself in her mouth in one thrust. She gagged, eyes watering, but kept barking around the thickness stretching her throat—muffled, wet sounds that vibrated straight up his cock.
He fucked her face hard, using her hair like a handle, pulling her on and off until strings of drool hung from her chin to the floor. Every time he pulled back she barked again, hoarse and broken, then opened wide for more. Her tank top was soaked through now, nipples tight and visible. She reached down and shoved two fingers into her cunt without asking, pumping them fast while she sucked.
“On the bed,” he growled. “Ass up. Show me how a bitch presents.”
She scrambled up, tore the tank top off, and climbed onto the mattress on all fours. She arched her back deep, spread her knees, and looked over her shoulder with her tongue out. “Woof,” she said again, voice cracking. Her pussy was dripping down her thighs.
He climbed up behind her and slammed in to the hilt. She howled—loud, raw, not even trying to sound human. He fucked her like he owned her, hips snapping, balls slapping her clit with every thrust. Every time he bottomed out she barked, short and sharp, then longer, drawn-out sounds when he ground deep. The headboard slammed the wall. Her tits swung beneath her.
Sweat ran down her spine.
He reached under and pinched her clit hard. “Bark louder.”
She did. The sound tore out of her, ragged and animal. Her cunt clamped down, pulsing, but he didn’t let her come yet. He pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and shoved her knees to her chest. Her hole was red and swollen, shiny with her own slick. He drove back in and started pounding again, watching her face twist.
“Woof—woof—fuck—woof!” The barks kept coming, broken by gasps and moans. She clawed at the sheets, heels digging into his back. He leaned down and spat in her open mouth. She swallowed and barked again right after.
He pulled out at the last second, stroked twice, and painted her tits and stomach. Thick ropes landed across her skin while she kept making those desperate dog sounds, hips jerking like she was still being fucked. When he was empty he shoved two fingers back into her and curled them hard. She came instantly, back bowing off the bed, barking through the orgasm until her voice gave out into a broken whine.
She stayed there afterward, legs spread, cum cooling on her skin, chest heaving. He wiped his fingers across her lips and she licked them clean without being told.
“Again,” she rasped, voice shredded. “Make me bark more.”
He was already getting hard again. She rolled onto her stomach, lifted her ass, and waited, tongue out, ready to be his filthy, barking girl all night.
