Housesitting Escapades

As the teacher was still hopelessly trying to remind her students about the upcoming deadline for an assignment, several students are already rushing for the classroom door, anxious to get out and start enjoying their weekend. Jake, a german shepherd, quickly scribbled a few more notes into his notebook, before shoving it into his backpack. He also started making his way to the exit, glancing at the classroom window while waiting for the worst of the rush to subside. Staring back at Jake was his reflection: a tall, 12 year old canine, the teen's growth spurt still underway, making him a bit lanky. Most of his fur was a light brown, with his back and muzzle a darker shade. On him a loose t-shirt and some jeans, the pants slightly raggedy and worn. Though it wasn't the jeans that bothered Jake, but what was underneath them, his tip poking out of his sheath, uncomfortably rubbing against his underwear. He'd learned to accept his teenage perpetual state of horniness, even enjoy it a fair amount, but the girls sitting near him in class definitely weren't making it easy on him. Jake's canine nose was picking up every hint of their blossoming bodies, which meant lots of very long and very sweaty bathroom breaks for him. Also probably a few extra minutes of cleaning for the stall that Jake chooses for his breaks, but that's far from the worst that happens to those bathrooms anyway. A tap on the shoulder from Jake's corvid friend wakes him from his daze, the two running off to not miss the bus.

Jake flops down onto his bed, flinging his backpack off to the side. The exhaustive day of school was finally behind him, and he'd have the whole weekend to do nothing except relax, since he'd already taken care of all assignments for the beginning of next week. Usually he'd spend the sunday afternoon (and occasionally the monday morning) cursing his lazy past self and furiously working on whatever projects he'd procastinated on. This wasn't quite the normal weekend however, since he'd been asked to do a spot of house sitting for a family friend, the Carters. They were leaving to stay at their relatives for a few days, but they decided to leave their dog back home on account of the particularly small car, quite hot spring weather, and the long ride there and back. Thus, the family needed someone to watch their dog, and Jake was quite happy to offer his services. He and the dog had always enjoyed each other's company, and he'd get the whole house all to himself for the whole weekend. Jake's house was quite crowded, with him, his parents, and his little sister all living in a small building. That's left everyone with not a whole lot of privacy generally, which has been a mixed bag for little voyeur Jake. But a weekend of no prying eyes is something Jake couldn't say no to. The generous paycheck and promises of a full fridge definitely also helped in the matter. Eyeing the clock on his phone, Jake got up from his bed to start walking towards the Carter's household, shouting a quick bye to his family from the front door. 

A quick, 20-minute walk later, Jake was in front of the Carter's home, seeing the father of the house, Dale, lugging two suitcases into a car, throwing them into the back. The Carters were bears, Dale dwarfing even the quite tall Jake by almost a meter. He was slightly chubby, only accentuated further by his rather thick, deep-brown fur. He noticed Jake walking towards the driveway, and waved with a big smile on his face. Jake replied with a smile and a wave of his own, stepping up and shaking Dale's hand. The two exhanged a few words and pleasantries, before Dale's wife, Laura, peeked in from the front door and waved Jake inside. 

There was a slight hustle and bustle as Dale and both of the Carter's kids were ferrying bags and  searching for whatever was apparently still missing from said bags. Laura meanwhile was showing Jake around, making sure he had all the numbers to call in case of an emergency, and such. As the two were climbing upstairs, Jake heard whining from behind one of the closed bedrooms. Laura mentions that the dog was put in there for a moment, just to make sure she wouldn't trip someone up or run off from the open front door while the family was packing up for the trip. Laura beacons for him to come and say hi to his weekend roommate. As soon as Jake had taken two steps into the room, he was almost tackled onto the ground by the dog, a tongue immediately lapping at his muzzle. He laughs and pushes the dog down, taking a look at it. In front of him was an astonishingly beautiful husky, Sadie, the rich grey coat on her back turning snow white towards her belly and face. Steel-blue eyes stare at him, as the playful dog bows and wags her swishy tail. He'd forgotten just how magnificent she was, as he hadn't really seen her in about a year or so. He'd also forgotten just how big Sadie was, her nose almost poking at his bellybutton even with her on all fours. Jake knelt down and patted the good girl's head, receiving a whine and another round of licks as a reward. Laura smiles and leaves the two as she closes the door to go help with packing. A few minutes of petting and scratching later, and she's just putty in Jake's hands. As he wrestles Sadie on her back to get some good pets on her belly fluff, his nose is suddenly assaulted by a sweet smell. A quite familiar smell, but still different. Like the girls in his class, but with a more wild, feral twist on it. His eyes are drawn towards her nethers, seeing something velvety and black peeking out from under her fur. The sweet smell just draws him nearer, one of his hands grabbing her leg lightly, his underwear very suddenly tightening to an uncomfortable degree. Suddenly the sound of someone clambering up the stairs wakes him from his trance, Jake quickly jumping up to sit on the bed to hopefully shield his semi from view. As the door opens and Dale says something about the family being ready to leave, Jake awkwardly leans forward and tries his best to look very innocent while petting Sadie. He once heard a trick from one of his friends, about how you're supposed to walk on your heels to quickly lose an unwanted erection. He prayed that wasn't just an urban myth as he staggered behind the bear and the dog towards downstairs, walking on his heels.

Dale and Laura both spent a few more moments making sure Jake had everything he'd need for the weekend, before saying their goodbyes to both the dog and the teen and then stepping out. Jake waved to the couple one last time from the kitchen window, as he watched them drive off. A silence fell in the house, the boy and the dog only ones in it. That silence left Jake's mind to process what exactly had happened just moments before, no matter how hard he tried to push that thought down. He jumped slightly as he felt a nose poke him in the leg, Sadie sitting and smiling beside him. He desided to abolish all such thoughts, he might've been a pervert and a horny teen, but he wasn't THAT big of a pervert and a horny teen, surely? He made his way to the living room, grabbing the remote and sitting down onto the sofa. Perfect, trash-tier reality shows and horribly acted movies would definitely help in this matter. As he sunk into the sofa, Sadie jumped up and curled down beside him, huffing contently as he scrathed under her ear. 

As one show turned into another, Sadie decided to shift her position slighly, laying her head onto Jake's lap. As she was happily snoozing away, he couldn't help but to feel her hot breath tickling his belly, causing his loins to suddenly start waking up once more, much to his dismay. He tried just focusing on the show, but his cock was already peeking out from his sheath, every shift of her head rubbing against it. His state kicked all of his senses into overdrive, feeling his heart pumping faster and faster. His nose became even more sensitive than before, once more smelling that sweet smell wafting from under her tail. His grip on the armrest would probably leave a lasting dent on the sofa, the poor boy trying his best to focus on absolutely anything else besides the beutiful dog laying on his lap. He was almost fully erect as Sadie shifted once more, this time waking up to wonder at the sudden hard lump forming on her headrest. She sniffed at it a couple of times, before deciding to paw at it, apparently enticed by the scent enough to want a better look. Half his mind screaming to run out of the whole house right now, the other half screaming to breed whatever hole happens to be near enough, Jake slowly unzips and unbuttons his jeans, pulling them, along with his underwear, down enough for his cock to flop up free, most of his knot already formed and a healthy amount of precum dripping down the lenght of the red canine member. She takes one sniff of it, before dragging her tongue all the way from the knot to the very tip, causing Jake to moan and release a burst of precum. She takes that as a sign of encouragement, and stands up to start greedily lapping away at the tip, occasionally licking the shaft up and down. He instinctually grabs the base of his cock, unable to take his eyes off from the husky working on him, a drip of drool falling from his muzzle. He puts his other hand onto Sadie's head, softly guiding it downwards. Several centimetres of his dick disappear into her mouth, him groaning out of pure pleasure, feeling her hot tongue and slick mouth start suckling on him. Several strands of saliva snake their way down his shaft, as his other hand encourages and pets her, before finally her tongue was lapping at his knot, precum coating the back of her throat. The smell of her is intoxicating, and Jake needed more, like his life depended on it. He strokes her back as he moves his left hand down towards her tail, his right now on her head. His fingers brush up against her asshole, before finally arriving at her pussy, by now puffy and dripping with her juices. He rubs two fingers against her pussy, before finally shoving both in her, the hole easily stretching to accomodate them. As his fingers bottom out, he starts slowly pulling them out and pushing them back in, a small pool of her juices now forming on the sofa. In rhythm with his fingers, he almost unconsciously starts thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. His knot was throbbing with every heartbeat, as the smell of lust fills the whole room. Both of his fingers are absolutely soaking wet as he pulls them out of her pussy, bringing them to his nose. His mind is absolutely shattered as he inhales, the unadulterated, pure essence of heat making every single nerve in his body light up and pulse. He firmly pushes Sadie down even further, his knot slipping into her mouth, her tongue wrapping around the base of his cock. He thrusts as hard as he can, feeling her throat tightening around his dick, and finally let loose his load. A torrent of sticky cum coats her whole throat immediately, her swallowing as much as she could. The first load was followed by a second, and a third, and a fourth, as Jake pumps as much seed as his body could produce. Her mouth is quickly overflowing, cum dripping onto his stomach and legs as he moans in extacy. He lets his tongue wrap aroung his soaked fingers, tasting her juices. Multiple minutes pass as he continues to shoot his cum in her, easily taking the price of it being the hardest orgasm of his life so far.

Eventually his shots slow down to a trickle, slowly pulling out and letting the rest of his cum stain her muzzle and head. She spends a couple of moments swallowing whatever remains in her mouth, before dutifully cleaning up his cock and fur of any cum that was left. Jake could do nothing except rest his head back, drained of all energy and what felt like at least half of his body weight in cum. His moment to catch his breath was stopped short by her tongue gliding across his overly sensitive knot, causing another moan from him. He has to push her away from his cock, Sadie deciding that the next best thing would be some kisses. She jumps up to put her forepaws on his shoulders, and licks at his muzzle. He tries his best to kiss back, which ends up more like them both licking each other's mouths. He can still taste the remains of his cum in her. Finally calming down, Sadie hops off Jake and curls up to lap at her pussy, cleaning up the leaking mess back there. Jake watches, still trying to regain his breath, wondering on just how far he'd go this weekend. He hopes the couch wouldn't be stained too badly from their playtime, not wanting to leave any evidence of his perversion. Though of course, what Jake didn't notice was the small camera in the nearby bookshelf, meant to help with home surveillance. The camera that had a perfect view of the whole sofa. The camera that was constantly saving and streaming its view to the phone of a particular bear named Dale. Hopefully he won't be too mad. Who knows, maybe there's a reason Sadie seemed so enthusiastic, as if she was already used to this sort of thing.