Dog Gonnit

Chapter 1: 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...