Casual Shepherd... sleeping with the dog.

Bryce was a Huntaway... a big, good natured and hard working dog. He could go all day on a handful of dog biscuit's and still look like he was having a good time, barking and working the sheep, at dusk. He was my first dog and I loved him.


The shepherds who worked on the station had buggered off, back to their quarters, by the time Bryce and I made it back to the quad bike. They'd sent me up the hill to drive the sheep down to them and, because I was the Casual Shepherd... hired on for the week, I got the hardest work. They might have wanted to fuck me... I was the only woman for miles around (not that I was ugly or anything) but they didn't cut me any slack, on the job.
Short of letting them fuck me... they were more interested in drinking.
Bryce jumped up onto the tray of the quad bike and sat, waiting for me to get us moving. There was a storm brewing and I was as keen as the boy's were, to chill out, in my room. I gave Bryce a few pat's on the head, he wrapped his tongue around my wrist, thanking me for thanking him.

It turned sexual because I wanted him to be happy... he was sitting on the tray, facing me, from my perspective his sheathe was pointing right at my eye's... the black fur at the tip was surrounded with a circle of dark tan... it looked like a bulls-eye. I thought I would give him something extra... I wanted to thank him for a good days effort... just a hand job.
I was sure he'd like that! Here you go, Bryce! How does this feel?

I wrapped my hand around his sheathe and quicky pumped it. In second's, he was reciprocating my movement, gripping my forearm and humping my fingers. His hard boner slipped out of the sheathe, pushing into the gap of my encircling fingers. It grew in length, sharp anad skinny, Bryce was pumping it out the other side of my hand, hot and wet on my skin as he started to empty his ball's onto my fingers, hitting the sleeve of my shirt and then out further, over the ground. I looked around making sure we were alone, as my finger's widened, pushed apart as he got bigger and bigger. His bulbus glandis showed at the tip of his sheath, bumping at my hand, I cupped his knot with my other hand and felt them shoving against me. Bryce was concentrating now... standing on the tray, his head as high as my shoulder... wih his eyes closed.
"Good dog!... Good dog!" I praised him, happy he was happy.
He was jolting his cock into my hands as hard as he could, groaning quietly. I'd never heard him sound like that, so desperate... he wanted to fuck my hand, wanted me to let him finish... wanted it desperately. He needed to finish.... he needed me to let him finish and so I crouched alongside him and let him have a good time with my hands... using me to accomplish it.
It was OK, I was just doing my dog a favour, that was all!
Doing something for him that he could not do for himself.
It looked like it felt good!
Why did I feel good too?
Not just "happy for him, inside" good... no!
No.... I felt GOOD!
My body was responding to seeing my dog humping me, I was more than just happy to see him coming, seeing his cock in my hand... seeing his sloppy wetness as his boner slapped against me... hearing him groaning and the sound of his meat... slipping between my fingers, knot slapping against my fingers...
Liking it. Liking me.
Wanting it, wanting more... wanting me.
Give him it, give him more... give yourself to him!
Feel him sniff you, feel him want you, feel yourself wanting him.
My breath was deepening as I got excited at the thought of it... him. His dog-cock touching me... searching... seeking.... that! In there!
Ohhhhh!... That's it!... Good dog! Good dog, Bryce!... Good dog!
Ungh!... Ungh!... Ungh!... Ungh!... Ungh!... Ungh!...

I started to pump my body forward, wanting to engage with what I was imagining was in me...
I took my hand's away from the dog's cock...
That was enough of that sort of thinking!
Flushed with excitment, I took some deep breaths to get more oxygen into my body... I'd been breathing shallowly, focussed on my picture of what I wanted the dog to do to me...
No!... bad girl!.... bad!
Leave him alone!
I hadn't let him put his seed into my body... but I'd let him plant a seed in my mind.






That night, showered, nice and clean, with a few cold beer's in me... I was listening to the rain squalls lashing the tin roof...

No TV, no power, no cell phone, not even a book.
With nothing better to do, I was quietly masturbating on the bed.
I rolled on top of my finger's and started to work my body... I hadn't seen a guy's cock in month's!
Oh, sure! I could have had any of the guy's I was working with! They'd be willing! I would have a queue of them, if I even hinted that I was interested.
But, if I did, they'd all hear about it tomorrow... know that one of them had screwed me and they'd all be thinking that I was the Town Bike, willing to fuck them all.
I'd never be respected again... I'd be the Casual root... not the Casual Shepherd.
The district, the country, even... was too small to get that sort of reputation.


I probably shouldn't have thought about Bryce... but what can I say?... the thought of him did it for me!
Bryce's dong... big and long, thick and horny for me... working at my body... working himself up inside... deep and hard... slipping in and out... making me gasp as he penetrated me... nice!... good!... he was such a sexy beast! Really fucking sexual! Sexing me up. Boring it up inside me, pounding my arse, pumping my pussy...
Oh, Bryce!... Yes... yes!... yes!...
BOOM!!
Thunder!
Yes, Bryce! Do it to me!
A wicked flash of lightning illuminated the room, distracting me from what I was doing.
Bryce was out in a box, on the back of the ute... probably cold, wet and miserable... not bueatifully black and golden, with a massive cock, doing what I wanted him to... doing what I was imagining... in here with me.
Yes, Bryce... Good dog!
The roll of thunder sounded again... louder, longer, getting closer.
I slipped off the bed and peered out of the window... it was pissing down wet, outside... Byrce was out in that! I should let him inside, for the night!... there were dried dog footprints on the room's floor... it was allowed... but what would the guy's think? Would they think that I was daft... soft-hearted to the point of stupidity? I hestitated... willing for Bryce to spend an uncomfortable night, in order not to get a reputation of being soft... I didn't want to get laughed at.

Another flash of lightning, looking out the window still, I saw one of the younger shepherds, out in the rain, his dog following him back towards the quarter's... relief! It wasn't just me, thinking about my dog's welfare.
I slipped on my oil-skin coat and went out to my ute, I let Bryce out and led him back inside. He'd been at the back of his box... dry still... we didn't get too wet getting back under cover.
Wet paws, slightly muddy feet!
I ordered him into the corner.
Got into my bed.
I couldn't sleep.
I went right back to thinking about Bryce again.
I eased my fingers under my panties.
Bryce! Solid, dependable, he was a good looking dog!
His sheathe, gig and golden, furry... with the bulls-eye tip...
His cock... hidden, but waiting... for me, wanting me... to want him.
The tip of his cock, showing... small, pink, and pointed!
The surge of his penis, against my hand... swelling, pushing, wanting... me.
Touching me... here and here and here!
Making me feel good!.... here and here and here!
More, more, more, more...
Good dog!... good dog... good dog... good dog!
Good dog, Bryce
His cock pressing against me, hot, firm but gentle...
Not enough! Not enough to satisfy what I was thinking of!
His cock parted me, entered me... it wasn't enough to satisfy me now...
His cock pressing upwards, bulging bigger!, two fingers thick... my fingers...
Nice and thick!, but not good enough!
Harder, faster, my fingers trying to satisfy what my body was demanding from them...
Bryce! Bryce!, Bryce!... Bryce!
Bryce! Bryce!, Bryce!... Bryce!
Bryce! Bryce!, Bryce!... Bryce!
Bryce! Bryce!, Bryce!... Bryce!
My fingers weren't good enough!
My imagination would never match the real thing!
I needed Bryce!

I slipped out of the bed and went to him.
He stood, but made no move towards me...
Bryce! Bryce!, Bryce!... Bryce!
I stripped my panties of and rubbed his nose with my wet fingers... I got onto the floor for him, wanting him now!
Hard and fast!
Now, Bryce!
Do it to me, now!
Good dog! Good dog!
I slapped my bum, coaxing him onto me.
Get into me, Bryce! Please!
I'm yours!
It's your's!
Take it!
Take it hard!
Fuck me, please!
Fuck me hard!
Come on, Bryce!
Hurry up!
Come on!
Good dog!

As if suddenly understanding what I wanted from him, his chest bumped against my bum and rode up onto my back, he gripped me and I felt him squirt agauinst my pussy, cock touching me, entering me, pumping up inside... I pushed myself back onto it, wanting it deep, wanting it fast, wanting to come.
Bryce was as desperate for me as I was for him!
He banged it, nice and deep, right from the start. It continued to get deeper and deeper as his dog-meat, loving the nice warm pussy it had discovered, ploughed it's way further and further inside me. I matched his crazy lust-filled motion, welcoming the sudden stabbing movements, faster than a man could ever match, my dog Bryce was like a fuck machine!
Full speed! He was bang, bang, bang, bang... banging me, I groaned then clamped my mouth to stop from being too loud, too vocal. Clamped my muscles around him, feeling him roughly smashing past the resistance... I was tightening, loosening, tightening again, letting him assault me, making him work at it.
I was wanting to scream what it felt like... what I wanted, out loud!
FUCK ME! BRYCE!
FUCK ME!
PUMP THAT PUSSY!
OH GOD!
OH GOD!
YES!, THAT'S IT!
FUCK ME, HARD!
UNNGH!
Stretching me deep, stretching me wide, a crazy pulsating fuck that was firing up every nerve that lined my cock-filled pussy.

It was satisfying me, filling me with pleasure, lifting me closer and closer towards coming. I was loving it! Bryce was so good! Now his knot was there, too! He wanted to get it into me, wanted to lock himself into me.
No!, not this time! I kept him out, it got too big to go in, instead it pumped and pressed against me, adding to the feeling, by rubbing around the entrance, making it feel like his cock was that thick, all the way up.
Bryce was groaning again... and I think he was coming, I was too good for him! He couldn't handle a woman like me!
He just needed a bit more practice!... the thought of doing it again, of being done like this, whenever I wanted it, pushed me over the edge.
I fucked myself back against it... loving Bryce's cock in me, loving his sexy little grunts, in my ear, as he came... sharing my moans with him as I came too... quietly letting him know how good he was... how satisfied I was.

He slipped off me and I located his cock, in the dark... tasted his and my come... salty... tasty... wet fuzzy sheathe against my lips, cock down my throat... dog flexing still...
I kept sucking on him until he couldn't keep it up any longer.
Licked my lip's clean... I did my face, Bryce did down lower.
Good dog, Bryce!
Good dog!
I let him onto the bed with me... and warmed by him, inside and out… I slept with my dog.

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Casual Shepherd
Disclaimer: Any resemblance to dog or human is purely coincidental.