The Neighborhood’s Park Breeding Bitch

Dorothy made the announcement one sunny Saturday morning while you were under the kitchen table, happily lapping at her ass after her breakfast.

“I’ve decided something, Slutcunt,” she said casually, stroking your head. “You’ve been such a good pack bitch… it’s time the whole neighborhood gets to enjoy you.”

She dressed you in nothing but your pink collar and a new tag she had made specially for today:

“Neighborhood Breeding Bitch – Free Use”

Then she clipped the long leash to your collar and walked you out the front door.

This time she didn’t take you to the private dog park.

She took you to the big public park three blocks away — the one where families walked their dogs, people jogged, and the whole neighborhood gathered on weekends.

Your fluffy blonde tail wagged nervously as you crawled beside her on the sidewalk. Your long tongue hung out, drool dripping onto the pavement with every movement. Your cage leaked steadily, leaving a shiny trail behind you.

People stared.

Phones came out immediately.

By the time you reached the park entrance, a small crowd had already formed.

Dorothy walked you straight to the center of the grassy area near the dog play zone and tied your leash to a sturdy metal post.

“Present, Slutcunt.”

You immediately dropped into position — chest to the grass, ass high, tail raised and wagging, plugged hole clearly visible to everyone.

Dorothy addressed the growing crowd with a sweet, confident smile:

“This is Slutcunt, my personal breeding bitch. She’s fully trained, very friendly, and always in heat. Feel free to let your dogs use her. She loves being knotted in public.”

The first dog — a big, muscular Pitbull mix — was brought over almost immediately by his owner.

The owner didn’t even ask. He just unclipped the dog’s leash.

The Pitbull mounted you without hesitation, his thick red cock slamming into your already slick hole. You let out a loud, shameless “Arf! Arf-arf!” as he started pounding you hard in front of everyone.

Your tail wagged frantically.

Drool poured from your lolling tongue onto the grass.

The crowd grew.

More dogs were brought over.

A Golden Retriever.

A Husky.

Two German Shepherds.

They took turns mounting you one after another while people watched, recorded, and whispered. Some owners even stroked themselves openly while their dogs bred you.

You barked and whimpered the entire time, your mind completely lost in dog space:

“More… please… breed me… I’m the park bitch…”

One man stepped closer and asked Dorothy, “Can I…?”

Dorothy smiled.

“Her mouth is free. Just don’t touch the cage. That belongs to me.”

The man unzipped and pushed his cock through your ring of permanent drooling lips. You sucked eagerly while another dog knotted your ass.

By early afternoon you had been bred by nine different dogs.

Your hole gaped obscenely, cum from multiple dogs pouring out in thick rivers down your thighs and pooling on the grass beneath you. Your tail was matted with seed. Your face was covered in drool and human cum. Your cage leaked nonstop.

Dorothy finally untied you and made you crawl around the park on a victory lap — cum dripping from your used hole, tongue hanging out, tail wagging proudly.

People clapped.

Some cheered.

A few even thanked Dorothy for “sharing her bitch with the neighborhood.”

On the way home, Dorothy walked slowly while you crawled beside her, exhausted but happy, tail still wagging weakly.

She looked down at you with deep affection.

“You’re the park breeding bitch now, Slutcunt. Every weekend we’ll come here so the whole neighborhood can use you.”

You looked up at her, eyes glassy with submission, and gave a soft, content bark.

“Arf…”

Thank you, Mommy.

Your tail wagged one last time as fresh cum leaked down your leg.

The summer had reached its peak.

And you had become exactly what you were meant to be:

The neighborhood’s favorite public breeding bitch.