Dog Gonnit

The alley reeked of piss and rotting trash. Alicia’s boots splashed through a puddle of something dark, her breath sharp in her throat as the kid (thirteen, maybe fourteen) dodged left, then right, his sneakers slapping wet pavement.

“Stop!” Her voice bounced off the brick walls, swallowed by the city’s hum.

He didn’t.

The chain-link fence loomed ahead, rusted, sagging. A jagged hole gaped near the bottom, just big enough for a skinny kid to wriggle through.

The brat dropped to his knees, scrambled.

Alicia lunged.

Her fingers grazed his ankle but missed as he squirmed into the gap, his laughter taunting.

“Shit!”

She hit the fence hard, her shoulder slamming the metal. The impact rattled her teeth. Pain flared, but she ignored it, twisting, trying to force her body through.

The hole was too small.

Her hips wedged tight, the wire digging into her sides. She pushed, grunting, her uniform stretching, the fabric groaning.

Rip.

A sharp tear split the air.

Her pants gave way, the seam bursting open at the back. Cold air hit her bare skin. Her ass, exposed, pushed through the gap, the torn fabric clinging to her thighs.

“Fucking hell!”

She froze.

Behind her, the alley stretched empty. A dumpster. A pile of broken pallets. The distant hum of traffic.

And then-

Sniff.

A wet nose pressed against her thigh.

Alicia’s breath hitched.

The dog was big. A mangy mutt, ribs showing, but its shoulders were broad, its muzzle dark. It sniffed again, its breath hot against her skin.

“Get off!”

Its tongue dragged up her ass.

“Oh god!”

She jerked, her fingers scrambling against the fence. The metal bit into her palms. “Stop! Bad dog!”

It didn’t listen.

The tongue was rough, sloppy, lapping at her where she was open, exposed. Her muscles clenched, her stomach twisting.

“No! Don’t!”

Another lick. Longer. Deeper.

Her breath came in sharp gasps. Her skin burned.

“Stop it!”

She kicked, but her legs were pinned, the fence unyielding. The dog whined, its claws scraping the pavement, then….

Thrust.

Something thick pressed against her.

“What the-”

She craned her neck, her pulse roaring.

Its cock was out, red, glistening. The tip nudged her, pushing.

“No no NO!”

She bucked, but the fence held her fast. The dog’s paws landed on her hips, its weight pinning her.

Then-

Pop.

It sank in.

“FUCK!”

Pain split her. Stretching. Burning. She screamed, her fingers clawing the metal of the fence, her nails bending back.

The dog growled, low, guttural. Its hips jerked.

Thrust.

“Oh god! Oh god! Oh my god!”

It filled her. Too big. Too deep. Her vision blurred, tears stinging her eyes.

“Get off! GET OFF!”

It didn’t.

Its cock pounded, each snap of its hips driving it deeper. Wet sounds filled the alley (slap, slap, slap) her body taking it, her muscles clenching around the intrusion.

“Please!”

Her voice broke.

The dog’s breath was hot on her back, its claws digging into her skin. It fucked her, relentless, its balls slapping against her with every thrust.

Her body betrayed her.

Heat coiled low in her stomach. Her nipples hardened, aching against the torn fabric of her uniform. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her thighs trembling.

“No no no….”

But her pussy clenched. Her hips rocked back, meeting its thrusts.

The dog’s rhythm stuttered. Its cock swelled.

“No! I’m not! I can’t be-”

It howled.

The sound was raw, primal. Its cock pulsed, jerked.

And then it was coming.

Hot. Thick. Filling her.

“NNNGH!”

Her back arched, her fingers white-knuckled around the fence. The first spurt hit deep, deep, her body convulsing around it.

“No no no….”

But her traitorous cunt milked it, her inner muscles rippling, squeezing.

“Fuck me!”

Her orgasm ripped through her, violent, shameful. Her vision whited out, her scream tearing from her throat as her pussy gushed, her release mixing with its seed, dripping down her thighs.

The dog kept fucking her through it, its cock pumping, pumping, pumping….

Until it finally pulled out with a wet schlick, its cum dripping from her used hole, her thighs slick with it.

Alicia sagged against the fence, her breath sobbing, her body aching.

The dog whined, licking her ass again, its tongue dragging through the mess it made.

She didn’t stop it.

The boy stood rooted to the cracked pavement, his sneakers scuffing the grit. His eyes (huge, round) fixed on Alicia, his chest heaving beneath his faded tee.

Her lips parted, the words right there. “Go! Get out of here.”

But the dog’s tongue dragged up her thigh, hot, wet. It lapped at her folds, its rough texture grazing her clit. Her nerves sparked, her breath hitching.

“Mmmph!”

His eyes widened, pupils dilating. He didn’t move.

“I said go!”

Her voice lacked conviction, her words dissolving into a groan. The dog’s tongue delved deeper, its tip flicking her clit, her body responding.

He watched, transfixed, as her hips twitched, her breath coming in short, sharp pants. His hand drifted to his fly, fingers toying with the zipper.

“Don’t you dare!”

Her protest died as the dog’s tongue plunged inside her, its rough surface igniting her nerves. Her pussy clenched, fresh arousal mingling with its seed, dripping down her thighs.

“Oh god!”

His zipper rasped open. He reached in, pulling out his cock. It was hard, the shaft thick for his age, the tip already glistening.

“Jesus… you’re just a kid… this can't be happening!”

Her words were hollow, her eyes locked on his fist wrapping around his length. He pumped once, twice, his gaze never leaving her face.

The dog’s tongue flicked her clit, her body jerking.

“Mmm!”

Her moan was low, dirty. His hand moved faster, his breath coming in quick gasps.

She watched him, her pussy dripping, the dog’s relentless lapping pushing her closer, closer…

“Oh fuck… I’m gonna-”

Her orgasm hit, her muscles convulsing, her back arching. Her cry echoed through the alley, raw, primal.

His cock pulsed, the tip erupting. Hot jets of cum lashed her face, coating her nose, her cheeks, her hair. It dripped into her open mouth, the salty taste sharp on her tongue.

She swallowed, her body shuddering, the dog’s tongue prolonging her climax, drawing out every last wave.

Then….

Silence.

Her chest heaved, her heart pounding against her ribs. The boy stood there, his cock still out, his breath ragged.

The dog stepped back, its job done. It padded away, leaving her exposed, her ass bare, her face dripping.

She looked up at him, her cheeks flaming.

“I can’t believe this. I just….”

Her voice faltered.

He grinned, his teeth bright against his flushed skin. Tucking his cock away, he zipped up, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Thanks!”

His voice was breathless, husky.

“Slut.”

He waved, a casual flick of his wrist, then turned, his sneakers slapping the pavement as he jogged away.

She watched him go, her body aching, her face sticky.

“Shit.”

Her sigh was shaky, her breath misting in the cool air. She sagged against the fence, her torn uniform clinging to her sweat-slicked skin.

Her radio crackled, static hissing.

“Unit 45, respond.”

She closed her eyes, her thumb shifting to the mic at her shoulder.

“This is 45.”

Her voice was steady, professional. As if she wasn’t coated in cum, her ass bare, her pussy throbbing.

“What’s your status?”

She swallowed, the taste of him lingering.

“I, uh… I lost him.”