Cheryl Was My Bitch In Heat

Cheryl wanted Gary to fuck her doggiestyle.

I went back to Cheryl’s house and knocked on the front door. It opened, with Cheryl smiling and in the buff.

“What do you want to do today?” I asked when I stepped inside her house.

“I’m feeling like a bitch in heat,” she said while closing the door. “So today, this bitch in heat needs to be fucked doggie style,” she said then added a “Woof, woof.”

“My pleasure, my bitch, let’s go to your bedroom,” I smiled.

I followed Cheryl, and immediately stripped when we entered her bedroom. The air in the room was thick with anticipation, the scent of her perfume mingling with the promise of the carnal act to come. Sunlight streamed through the blinds, casting long shadows that danced across the walls as Cheryl moved with a predatory grace.

Cheryl got on her hands and knees on the middle of her bed. The sheets, still rumpled from the night before, seemed to cradle her form, highlighting the curve of her back and the swell of her ass. “Woof, woof, come fuck this bitch in heat,” she purred, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine. Her eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, were now dark with a primal hunger.

I got on the bed on my knees behind Cheryl’s ass cheeks. The sight of her, vulnerable and exposed, ignited a fire within me. I saw her puckered butthole, a dark, inviting circle, and couldn’t resist. I leaned in and sniffed at her hole, smiling at that aroma, a mixture of her natural scent and the lingering taste of her arousal.

“Mmmm, I love having my butthole licked,” Cheryl purred when she felt my tongue licking her puckered hole. Her body arched slightly, her hips swaying in a silent invitation. The taste of her was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and something wild, untamed.

I licked and tongue fucked her butthole for a minute, getting Cheryl wet. My tongue danced around the sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting, until she was writhing beneath me. The sounds of her pleasure filled the room, a symphony of moans and gasps that fueled my own desire.

Then I grabbed the sides of her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh. “Get ready, my bitch,” I said, my voice a low growl. The words were a command, a promise, and a declaration of the dominance that now consumed me.

“Oh, yes,” Cheryl sang when I rammed my hard cock into her pussy. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure, unadulterated pleasure that surged through both of us. Her pussy was tight and wet, gripping me with a ferocity that matched my own.

I began pounding Cheryl’s backside while holding onto her hips. The rhythm was primal, a dance of bodies and desires. Each thrust was a declaration, a testament to the raw, untamed passion that burned between us.

“I’m Gary’s bitch in heat! I’m Gary’s bitch in heat!” Cheryl sang while the sound of my crotch slapping against her ass cheeks made that sweet song. Her voice was a mixture of ecstasy and surrender, a testament to the complete abandon with which she embraced the moment.

Then it didn’t take long for me to see the ripples flow in her ass cheeks from my pounding. The intensity of our lovemaking was reaching a fever pitch, the air crackling with the energy of our shared climax.

Cheryl now filled the room with her loud “Ah, ah, ah” moans. Her body was a canvas of pleasure, her skin flushed, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The sounds of our lovemaking echoed through the room, a testament to the raw, untamed passion that burned between us.

A minute of fucking this bitch passed, and Cheryl rested her head on the bed and stretched out her arms. I saw the lower half of her legs start to shake. The tremors were a sign of the impending release, the culmination of our shared desire.

“This bitch is cumming! This bitch is cumming!” Cheryl sang then gave out a loud “FUCKKKKK!” when her orgasm flooded her body. Her body convulsed, her muscles clenching and releasing in a wave of pure pleasure. The sound of her orgasm was a primal scream, a testament to the intensity of her release.

Her orgasm subsided, and I was ready. The pressure in my groin was unbearable, the need to release building with each thrust. “I’m going to cum!” I roared, my voice thick with anticipation.

“Fill my cunt with your seed!” she begged, her voice a breathless whisper.

I rammed my cock deep into her pussy, and let my cock spurt loads of cum into her cunt. The release was explosive, a torrent of pleasure that washed over me, leaving me weak and trembling.

I was done, pulled out, and we cuddled naked on her bed. The afterglow of our lovemaking lingered in the air, a sweet, lingering scent of satisfaction. We lay there, intertwined, our bodies still humming with the echoes of our shared pleasure. The world outside the bedroom faded away, replaced by the intimacy of our shared moment.