Patricia closed the door of the suite at Sir Sam’s Inn behind her and leaned against it for a moment, listening to the quiet. The room was warm, the lamps already on, casting a low amber glow across the heavy wooden furniture, the wide bed, and the deep beige sofa that sat beneath the window. Outside, the Muskoka night was still. She set her small overnight bag on the chest at the foot of the bed and turned to look at Rex.
He stood in the middle of the carpet, ears forward, tail giving a single slow sweep. The black-and-tan German Shepherd was already watching her with that focused, patient intensity he always showed when he knew something was about to happen.
Patricia’s red curls were still slightly damp from the drive. She reached up and loosened the clip that held them, letting the mass of soft, wild curls fall around her shoulders. Then she began to undress.
The black dress slid down her body and pooled at her feet. Underneath she wore a black lace bra that cupped her full breasts tightly, the thin straps cutting into her pale shoulders. A matching thong disappeared between her cheeks. Sheer black stockings clung to her legs from the lace tops high on her thighs all the way down to the glossy black platform heels that made her stand tall and arched. She left the stockings and heels on. She always did when she wanted him like this.
She knelt on the carpet in front of him and opened the small jar of peanut butter she had brought. The rich, salty-sweet smell filled the space between them the moment the lid came off. Rex’s nose twitched hard. Patricia smiled, slow and filthy.
“You already know what this is for, don’t you, baby?”
She dipped two fingers into the jar and scooped out a thick, glistening amount. Then she hooked the crotch of her thong to the side with her other hand, exposing the smooth, already slightly swollen lips of her pussy. She began to smear the peanut butter carefully, deliberately. She coated her outer lips first, pressing the sticky paste into every fold, then worked more of it deeper, pushing it just inside her entrance so the scent would be strongest right where she wanted his tongue. The cool, thick texture against her warm skin made her shiver. She spread her knees wider and kept applying it until her cunt was thoroughly coated, sticky and shining under the low light.
“There,” she whispered. “Mommy’s all ready for you. Come taste it.”
She sat back on the edge of the wooden chest, thighs open, one hand still holding her thong aside. Rex moved forward immediately. His large paws were silent on the carpet. He lowered his head and pressed his wet nose to the inside of her knee first, then higher, following the path of her stockings. The moment his tongue touched the peanut butter covering her pussy, Patricia’s breath left her in a long, shaky exhale.
The first lick was broad and heavy. His tongue dragged from the bottom of her slit all the way up over her clit, collecting the sticky coating in one long, rough swipe. The texture of it—warm, wet, slightly abrasive—made her hips twitch.
“Ohhh… yes. Just like that. Lick it all off. Get every bit of that peanut butter out of Mommy’s cunt.”
Rex settled between her spread thighs and began to work in earnest. His tongue moved in long, thorough strokes, lapping at her outer lips, then pressing more firmly so the tip could push between them and scoop the paste from her folds. The wet sounds filled the quiet room. Patricia’s free hand sank into the thick fur at the back of his neck, holding him against her while her other hand stayed on the chest for balance. She watched him through half-lidded eyes, red curls falling forward, lips parted.
He licked her slowly at first, methodically cleaning every trace of peanut butter. Each pass of his tongue dragged over her clit, then dipped lower, then returned. The heat of his breath against her, the soft brush of his whiskers, the way his nose occasionally pressed hard against her pubic bone—all of it built a deep, steady pulse of arousal low in her belly. She could feel herself getting wetter beneath the remaining stickiness, her own slick mixing with what was left of the peanut butter.
“Deeper,” she breathed. “Push that tongue inside me. Clean me out properly. I want to feel you licking the inside of my pussy.”
Rex obeyed. His muzzle pressed more firmly against her, and the long, flexible tip of his tongue slid past her entrance, swirling, scooping, thrusting in short, hungry motions. Patricia’s thighs trembled around his head. A soft, broken moan slipped out of her. She rocked her hips gently against his face, fucking his tongue in small, needy rolls while the sheer black stockings whispered against his fur.
He stayed there for a long time, far longer than needed to remove the peanut butter. Once the last sticky traces were gone he simply kept licking—slower now, more deliberate—circling her swollen clit with the flat of his tongue, then pushing deep inside her again and again until she was panting, her fingers tightening in his ruff.
“Fuck… you’re going to make me cum just from your tongue if you keep that up. But I don’t want that yet. I want your cock. I want that knot stretching me open.”
She gently pushed his head back and stood on shaky legs. Rex rose with her, already fully hard, the thick, tapered length of him emerging from its sheath, shiny and dark. Patricia led him to the sofa beneath the window. She climbed onto the cushions first, settling on her knees and then lowering her chest down so her ass was raised high, thighs spread wide. The lace tops of her stockings framed the pale skin of her upper thighs. Her thong was still pulled to the side. She looked back over her shoulder, curls tumbling across her face, eyes dark and hungry.
“Mount me. Get up here and put that cock in me. I want to feel every inch.”
Rex climbed onto the sofa behind her with surprising care. His front paws settled on either side of her waist, the heavy weight of his body pressing her deeper into the cushions. Patricia reached back between her legs, found the hot, rigid length of him, and guided the pointed tip to her entrance. She rubbed it slowly up and down her slick folds once, twice, coating him in her wetness, then notched him against her opening.
“Push,” she whispered. “All the way. Don’t stop until you’re buried.”
He thrust forward in one powerful, smooth motion. The full length of his cock drove into her in a single stroke, stretching her open around the thick, ridged shape. Patricia’s mouth opened on a silent cry. Her eyes fluttered shut. The sensation was intense—hot, relentless, forcing her walls to yield completely. She could feel every contour of him as he bottomed out, the blunt head pressing deep against her cervix.
“Oh my fucking god… you’re so thick. I can feel you pulsing already.”
Rex began to move. His hips snapped forward in the strong, rhythmic thrusts of a dog in full heat. Each stroke drove him deep, the wet sound of their joining loud in the quiet suite. Patricia braced herself on her forearms, back arched, ass raised to take him. The sheer black stockings rubbed constantly against the dense fur of his flanks; the soft friction of nylon against thick coat added another layer of sensation with every thrust. She could feel the powerful muscles working beneath his fur, the heat of his body, the heavy pant of his breath near her ear.
“Harder. Fuck me harder. Use my cunt like it’s yours.”
He did. The pace increased. The sofa creaked softly beneath them. Patricia’s voice grew lower, filthier, broken by soft gasps every time he bottomed out.
“That’s it… ram it in me. I want to feel that knot starting to swell. I want you to lock inside me and breed me right here on this couch.”
The knot began to grow. She felt it first as a thickening pressure against her entrance on every outward pull. With each thrust it became more pronounced, stretching her rim wider, demanding entry. Patricia pushed back to meet him, deliberately trying to force the swelling bulb inside.
“Come on… give it to me. Push that knot in. Stretch my pussy open and lock us together. I need it. I need to feel you stuck in me.”
Rex drove forward harder. The swollen knot pressed, stretched, resisted—then suddenly popped past her entrance with a deep, wet give. Patricia’s entire body jerked. A long, raw moan tore out of her throat as the thick bulb locked inside her, sealing them together. The stretch was intense, almost overwhelming, a constant, heavy pressure that filled her completely. She could feel it pulsing against her inner walls, the base of his cock throbbing deep inside her.
“Fuuuuck… there it is. You’re knotted in me. So fucking deep. I can feel how big it is… how hard it’s pressing. You’re stuck now, baby. You’re not coming out until you finish breeding me.”
Rex settled into the short, grinding motions dogs make once locked. His hips worked in tight, powerful circles, the knot tugging at her rim with every small movement, the pressure constant and overwhelming. Patricia’s stockings stayed pressed tightly to his flanks, the sheer black fabric shifting and whispering against his fur as she rocked back against him. The sensation of the nylon sliding over his thick coat with every grind only heightened everything.
The orgasm began to build almost immediately.
It started as a deep, rolling pressure low in her belly, coiling tighter with every pulse of the knot and every short thrust. Her clit was swollen and hypersensitive, rubbing against the base of his cock with each movement. The stretch of the knot kept her on the edge, the constant fullness making it impossible to think of anything else. She could feel herself getting wetter around him, her walls clenching and fluttering, trying to milk the thick bulb locked inside her.
“I’m going to cum,” she gasped, voice shaking. “You’re going to make me cum while you’re knotted in me. Keep grinding… just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck, don’t you dare stop.”
The pressure built higher. Her thighs began to tremble. Her fingers dug into the sofa cushions. Every short, grinding thrust of his hips dragged the swollen knot against the most sensitive places inside her, and the friction of her stockings against his flanks became almost unbearable in its intimacy. She could feel the heat of his body, the powerful flex of his muscles, the heavy weight of him holding her down.
“Oh god… oh fuck… it’s so deep. I can feel you throbbing. You’re going to fill me up while I cum around this knot. Do it. Breed me. Pump that cum into me while I fall apart on your cock.”
The orgasm hit her in a long, slow, devastating wave.
It started deep in her core and rolled outward, her walls clamping down hard around the locked knot in powerful, rhythmic spasms. Patricia’s back arched sharply. A broken, high cry tore from her throat as pleasure crashed through her in heavy, pulsing waves. Her pussy squeezed and fluttered around the thick bulb, milking it, trying to draw every drop from him. Her thighs shook violently. The black stockings stretched tight against Rex’s flanks as her body jerked and trembled. She could feel every pulse of her climax magnified by the unyielding stretch of the knot, the sensation so intense it bordered on too much.
“Cumming, I’m cumming so hard on your knot… fuck… fuck… keep grinding, baby… milk it out of me… oh my god—”
The waves kept coming. Each new pulse of her orgasm made her clamp down harder around him, and the constant pressure of the knot only prolonged it, stretching the climax out until her entire body was shaking. Her red curls spilled across the cushions. Her painted lips were open, soft broken sounds spilling out with every breath. She stayed locked there, stockings pressed to his sides, body rocking with the aftershocks while Rex continued the short, insistent grinds that kept the pleasure rolling through her.
Then she felt him start to release.
Thick, hot spurts of cum flooded her, the knot holding every drop inside. The sensation of being filled while still locked and still pulsing from her own orgasm made her moan again, low and filthy.
“Yes… fill me. Breed this cunt. I can feel it… so much cum… pumping into me while we’re stuck together. Good boy… such a good fucking boy. Keep going. Give me every last drop while I stay knotted on your cock.”
Rex’s release continued in strong, rhythmic pulses. Patricia remained on her knees beneath him, body still trembling with the fading waves of her climax, the sheer black stockings still wrapped against his flanks, the heavy weight of him holding her in place while he emptied himself deep inside her in the quiet, steamy heat of the hotel suite.
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