**Big Dog, Bigger Needs**

I never thought I’d be in this situation, but here I was—spread out on the couch, my Rottweiler, Brutus, standing over me with his massive, thick cock already slick with pre-cum. He wasn’t just big—he was *gargantuan*, his heavy balls swinging beneath him as he panted, his dark eyes locked on the soft swell of my tits.

Brutus had always been affectionate. Too affectionate, maybe. He’d nuzzle between my thighs when I was on the couch, press his big snout against my pussy through my leggings until I was wet. And tonight, when I hadn’t shooed him away fast enough, he’d pushed me down, his thick forepaws pinning my shoulders while his hot tongue lapped at my neck.

Now, as I lay under him, my tank top pushed up, my tits bare and swollen, he wasn’t just sniffing—he was rutting. His cock slid between my breasts, the heat of it making my nipples stiffen.

“Fuck, Brutus,” I gasped as he thrust forward, his muscular body rocking against me. His cock was *huge*, thicker than my wrist, the pink tip already leaking gleaming strands of pre that smeared across my skin. I arched up, pressing my tits tighter around him, feeling the pulse of his shaft as he worked himself between them.

The sound was filthy—wet, slick, obscene—as his cock slid through my cleavage, the ridge of his knot catching against my collarbone. His paws dug into the couch, his hips rolling in rough, eager thrusts. My fingers tangled in his fur, holding on as he fucked my tits like they were his own personal toy.

“Yeah, just like that,” I moaned, my own pussy clenching as his cockhead bumped against my chin. I could smell him, musky and thick, the heat of his arousal making my thighs slick. His knot was swelling, the base of his cock growing even wider, and I knew he was close.

Then his hips stuttered, his whole body tensing as ropes of cum splashed across my throat, my tits, my mouth. Thick, hot, and *so much* of it—I gasped as it coated me, the weight of his release dripping down my skin.

Brutus panted, his tongue lolling as he finally pulled back, his cock still half-hard. And I? I was wrecked, covered in him, my own need throbbing between my legs.

Looks like house training just got a whole lot more interesting.