My sister-in-law Rose Mulligan was one of those women that liked to be in the driver’s seat when it came to almost anything imaginable even when it came to telling her male partners where to place their cocks, how deep to go, and even when to flood her demanding quim with their stored-up juices at exactly the moment she knew her orgasm was most likely.

I had even given her what she wanted on more than a few occasions because I would be the first one to admit she had the sweetest ass in all creation and she was about as juicy as any female could possibly be and still be ready for more humping no matter how tired one could get after a hard day’s night.

I remembered with great clarity how high she would push her ass up for hard cock without saying a single word but grunting like a schoolgirl when she got it right in that place that set her all on fire deep down inside where her lust was brightest in those hours after midnight when most married folks were sound asleep getting all refreshed for the next day’s work in places they hated and surrounded by people they found to be boring and totally unable to even give it up or get it up whichever the case might be.

Rose was one of those thirty-something females that pretended she was too high-class to use her mouth to satisfy a gentleman’s oral desires or to bent over for some sensuous sodomy that rang some happy male’s anal-sex loving chimes in ways that she appreciated from start to finish.

Still, she was a quick study in “bread and potatoes” missionary humping after almost two decades of spirited humping and still maintained a tight entryway with a lot of emphasis on staying ready, willing and able to give it all up without objection on any day but Sunday because she was much too religious to ignore that special day for the direct talk with the Lord about his not delivering her much needed manly spunk in ways that made her tingle with special passion for carnal rewards whilst she was still young and nubile and ready to take it wherever and whenever some horny player had a yen to check her out. In a way, she knew it wasn’t quite appropriate to be asking for getting humped more frequently because that was not in the good book as a proper way to pray.

My now dearly departed spouse was never fully aware of how many times I had serviced her sister’s needy pussy and it was probably a good thing because to every indication she was a jealous bitch if the truth be known and I would never say that out loud because it would be far too disrespectful of the deceased and not a subject for mixed company at all.

Now that my sister-in-law was on her own she had started to lean on me for more and more of my time to the extent that I would sometimes fall asleep at my desk at work prompting my female boss to ask me pointblank,

“What the hell are you doing at night when you should be sleeping, you naughty, naughty man?”

It had gotten to the point that I was seriously thinking of moving to another State just to escape my nocturnal duties with my over-sexed sister-in-law because I was not the sort of brother-in-law to ignore a woman’s needs.

In desperation, I purchased a huge Rottweiler from a fighting club downtown that was rumored to be most attracted to female humans much more than the four legged variety of bitches that roamed the dog parks with scented flanks and whining whimpers that attracted all sorts of horny male dogs from far and wide.

The Rottweiler had mounted his share of those barking dogs.

He found the human bitches to be far more satisfying because they made more noise and fuss when he was knotted inside them. It was his way that made him feel like a mighty king of humping and master of their sweet asses.

He loved their spread out buttocks wide and open for his happy pounding.

He loved their fearful looks over their long-haired shoulders.

He loved their grunts of pleasure.

It all added up to make him nibble at their tiny little delicate earlobes with his gentle bite.

The horny Rottweiler knew it would show them he could give them pain if they so desired that as well.

Suddenly, Rose was getting all she wanted in the middle of the night.

The sex-crazed Rottweiler was humping her so often that she was constantly taking showers to wash the doggy spunk from her feminine folds and her heavily used rear door star. Rose was awash in the Rottweiler’s sticky seeds like some bitch running wild in the streets for any dog to hump. She had to get the scent off her or wind up raped by some strange dog with her heated scent sending out signals that any self-respecting male dog could not ignore without being accused of lazy attitude and very little common sense.

When she walked around the house wearing only her panties, the Rottweiler would lick her front and back until she dropped down on all fours and gave him his due reward for being a “good doggy”.

In a way, Rose was perfectly matched to the Rottweiler because she had lots of stamina and the energy of a cheerleader on steroids when it came to humping morning, noon and nighttime too.

Eventually, the Rottweiler ran away from the happy home because the stress became too great even for his happy humping attitude. He escaped the dog catcher and found a home with a pair of female Dalmatians and a middle-aged teacher that needed some Rottweiler loving in the middle of the night. The trio of needy females kept him busy but it was never as bad as poor Rose and her greedy pussy that wore him to a frazzle.

Of course, he would never admit it any other dog because it would seem a sign of weakness but he really pitied her brother-in-law because that poor man had his work cut out for him and that was a fact you could take to the bank and deposit in a vault with no interest but lots of value in understanding the facts of life.