🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾

🐾💋 Professional Dog Breeder
🐾💋 Knotted Pussy Gang
🐾💋 Gargle/Swish/Swallow Squad
🐾💋 Certified Dog Whore

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

The first time I felt a real dog knot stretching my cunt, I knew I would never be satisfied by a human cock again. My name is Katherine Elizabeth Tudor, and I am a dog girl, a kennel cumdump, an absolute bitch for every thick, drooling canine cock that sniffs me out. In the eighteen years since I fucked my first mutt in college, I have willingly surrendered myself to more than a thousand four-legged studs, every single one uncut, unneutered, and pulsing with so much animal lust that my needy, slutty little body can barely contain it.

When I get on all fours and present myself, my shaved, glistening pussy open and ready beneath my raised ass, I want the raw, primal hunger of a beast that doesn’t care that I’m not a dog myself. I want to feel its writhing, twitching cock spearing me, the rough tongue slurping at my clit, the panting, doggy breath plastered across the back of my neck. I want to feel the paws digging into my hips, the hot, sticky drool running down my spine. I want the sudden, brutal thrust of the knot, so much thicker than anything a man could dream of, swelling and popping inside me so hard I yelp, and then I want to be tied like a prize bitch for hours while gallons of sticky dog cum flood my womb and ooze out around the seal.

I don’t just breed with them, I blow them, too. I get down on the ground and slobber up their slippery, salty dog dick, tongue swirling around the barbs, the taste of sperm and sweat and fur making my eyes roll back. I drink their cum straight from the doggy cock tip—slurping it all right out of the testicles in thick stringy ropes.I’ve guzzled enough dog semen to fill a bathtub. I gargle it, swish it, hold it in my cheek and savor every drop before swallowing, and then I beg for seconds like the dirty hound I am.

The smell of dog cock soaked into my sheets, the warmth of fur and muscle pinning me down, the obscene, slapping noises of animal fucking echoing through my house—these are the only things that truly get me off. If you’re reading this and your mind is blown, don’t bother to judge. I love every sticky, musky, filthy minute of serving as a playground for dog dicks. It’s not just my little secret anymore. It’s my reason for living.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Movie nights with these good boys are either very relaxing or involve a lot of exercise. Sometimes we just fall asleep naked with each other usually after I’ve drained their furry balls into my mouth and gargled, swished and swallowed all of their doggy sperm.

While other times it leads to a full-blown sex session under the sheets with multiple sex positions and letting them breed me with their cocks and knot me so deep all night long. You just never know what’s gonna happen when you put me with some sexy non-neutered, horny canines.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Whenever I get coffee, no matter whether it be at Starbucks or a local coffee shop I always jerk off the cock of a good sexy mutt straight into my coffee. The cream and thickness of the dog sperm really makes the coffee texture. superb in my opinion.

I’ve even contemplated opening a little farmers market booth where I would serve some of the best dog sperm in the world and call it Katherine’s Kreamery. I would sell the creamiest dog sperm, and it would be freshly extracted daily from all the dog cocks that I would jerk off.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Even though the days are starting to get too cold to golf, it is always good to know that even if I do end up golfing when it’s cold out in a tournament just like this one…. that I have quite a few sexy mutts waiting for me back at home that I can warm up underneath the sheets with and warm their cock inside my pussy.

I love using my pussy as an oven to bake their sexy knot with. Feeling all the cream, shoot and ooze out of their cock tip into my pussy is pure heaven.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

It’s very important that when cooking for the male dogs I am dog watching that I cook food for them that will keep their sperm very fertile inside their furry testicles. That usually includes lots of red meat and then also some pineapple for dessert.

I especially like using red meat because it makes sure that their sperm is very thick, stringy and ropey and can be chewed when I suck it out. Having little clumps of doggy sperm in my mouth to chew up before I swallow is so delicious and so healthy for my own body to consume.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

The girls at the Keswick dance studio really know how good I am at letting dogs breed in my pussy, and sometimes they will surprise me with lots of horny mutts for me to fuck after we give our dance lessons.

I really hope one day to be able to hold mutt fucking shows where a crowd of people can pay to watch me fuck these dogs in person. I might even give tips and tricks in the middle of fucking them in case anybody wants to try fucking their dogs at their house. I am a professional dog breeder and knot soaker after all.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Earlier this fall, I had a huge mud pit fuck session with these sexy non-neutered canines. It was so incredibly messy but felt so fucking good.

I’ll share some very explicit pictures with you all soon that were taken during this sex session in the mud, but until then I just wanna let you all know that getting on my hands and knees and then getting plowed from behind by several mutts in the mud was one of the sexiest things I have ever done.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

What a difference one week makes. Last week during Thursday night football no pants just my sweatshirt. This week during Thursday night football I need my pajama pants on.

The only thing that’s the same is that I had a great sex session with multiple horny canines before watching the games both weeks.

I feel so calm and relaxed after getting my pussy pounded in my bed by sexy mutts and riding their cocks in my bed cowgirl style as a they fully load my pussy as I’m knotted. I feel like I may actually get more exercise fucking all these dogs than the NFL players do playing football.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Playing golf really helps my sex life with canines. It allows me to be full peak performance and keep my hips very mobile. It especially helps the sex position when I lay on my back and use my elbows to thrust my pelvic area and hips up as I scoot the bottom of my feet toward me and bend my legs some. It gives great access for any horny canine that wants to just plow me in my pussy as I stare at them and they rest on my belly as they hump my juicy twat over and over again.

As they continue to hump me, I usually grab their hind legs and pull them inside me as close as I can towards me as I scoot my pelvic area up into their knot until their furry pelvic area and my juicy twat touch. I just hold them there sometimes for 30 or 45 minutes as they sit over me and pant and lick my face as I lick their tongue and suck on their tongue while they continue to shoot their loads inside of me over and over again. I make sure their cocks have completely stopped twitching, and that all sperm has been emptied from their testicles before I finally let go of their legs and they pull out of me. Trust me, no girl can fuck a dog like I can.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Here in the crisp, bracing drag of late fall, I sweep the back porch in my comfy clothes, the cheap blue plastic bristles rasping over the warped floorboards as the sun tints the woods a creepy, gold-lit amber. My big boys—my loyal pups, my insatiable darlings—circle me, their noses cold and insistent against the backs of my knees, black lips peeled from white teeth in dumb, wide grins. Something about the cold, about the lowering sky that smells like snow and engine oil, gets into my blood and makes me just a little more animal, too.

I bend to sweep a crust of dead leaves from the stoop and the bigger one, Bear, shoves his snout between my thighs. His tongue is a thick, hot stripe, parting the ragged denim, and though I gasp and try to act shocked, we both know I’m not. The other one, Ajax, puts his paws on my hip and whines softly, tail wagging so hard it knocks over the battered can of motor oil I keep beside the porch steps.

I toss the broom aside and lean back into the rough wood of the doorframe. “You want it, don’t you?” I say, my voice all smoke and sugar, and the dogs get impossibly more eager, quivering, panting, their eyes fixed on me, or maybe the way I’m starting to sweat under my shirt.

Fine, then. I peel the shirt over my head, flicking my nipples with the cold air before I shimmy out of the pajama pants and let them go to town breeding me right on the wooden patio.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

All right, so it’s that time to fuck this good boy. This is a little pre-fuck selfie I just took with him. I am so fucking horny and just now inserted his knot deep inside my pussy. I’m typing this and posting this as I’m on top of him, thrusting slowly, just my hips… and licking his tongue as he licks mine. Both of our abdomens are trembling as we’re laying on each other and I’m slowly rotating and thrusting my pussy with his knot deep inside it. I am absolutely trembling right now and feel so fucking good.

I am so knotted with him and he’s already shooting lots of cum inside me. And with that I’m going to post this, pull the heated blankets over us and go to town making love to this sexy canine of mine.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

I love the final hour of the market during weekdays because I know that if I’ve had a stressful day or even if I haven’t, I can always take the sexy mutts that I’m watching to my bedroom and have a great sex session with all of them.

Today was neither a great or a bad day, but I’m feeling very horny and these mutts cocks I can tell are just throbbing and need to be fucked. I plan on lighting several candles in my bedroom and turning on my heated sheets that are all pink and furry and very warm. I’m then going to start with the horniest fur baby and let him climb into my bed as I sit on top of them slowly cowgirl style, and insert his cock knot deep inside my pussy.

I will then lay slowly on top of him with my belly and breast laying on top of their furry body as I lay my head on the pillow and kiss his forehead and scratch his sides with my hands and freshly pedicure, fingernails and slowly ride him while rotating and thrusting slowly at first and then faster and faster until he explodes all inside of my pussy.

I will then just lay there and wait for his cock to stop throbbing and to stop twitching and as soon as it stops twitching, I will slowly pull his cock out and let that good boy runoff and go eat sleep and rest, and then bring the next good boy into the bed and do the exact same thing with him. I was born to please non-neutered male dogs and will not disappoint and will never ever stop fucking canines and letting them fill my pussy with their super fertile doggy DNA.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

@CrazyPawgirl 😘

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

The first time I felt a real dog knot stretching my cunt, I knew I would never be satisfied by a human cock again. My name is Katherine Elizabeth Tudor, and I am a dog girl, a kennel cumdump, an absolute bitch for every thick, drooling canine cock that sniffs me out. In the eighteen years since I fucked my first mutt in college, I have willingly surrendered myself to more than a thousand four-legged studs, every single one uncut, unneutered, and pulsing with so much animal lust that my needy, slutty little body can barely contain it.

When I get on all fours and present myself, my shaved, glistening pussy open and ready beneath my raised ass, I want the raw, primal hunger of a beast that doesn’t care that I’m not a dog myself. I want to feel its writhing, twitching cock spearing me, the rough tongue slurping at my clit, the panting, doggy breath plastered across the back of my neck. I want to feel the paws digging into my hips, the hot, sticky drool running down my spine. I want the sudden, brutal thrust of the knot, so much thicker than anything a man could dream of, swelling and popping inside me so hard I yelp, and then I want to be tied like a prize bitch for hours while gallons of sticky dog cum flood my womb and ooze out around the seal.

I don’t just breed with them, I blow them, too. I get down on the ground and slobber up their slippery, salty dog dick, tongue swirling around the barbs, the taste of sperm and sweat and fur making my eyes roll back. I drink their cum straight from the doggy cock tip—slurping it all right out of the testicles in thick stringy ropes.I’ve guzzled enough dog semen to fill a bathtub. I gargle it, swish it, hold it in my cheek and savor every drop before swallowing, and then I beg for seconds like the dirty hound I am.

The smell of dog cock soaked into my sheets, the warmth of fur and muscle pinning me down, the obscene, slapping noises of animal fucking echoing through my house—these are the only things that truly get me off. If you’re reading this and your mind is blown, don’t bother to judge. I love every sticky, musky, filthy minute of serving as a playground for dog dicks. It’s not just my little secret anymore. It’s my reason for living.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Just got done at the local Keswick dog pound, with these sexy non-neutered horny canines. I’m lucky they have a shower there because I was covered with dog fur and so much dog cum that I could barely see 5 feet ahead of me.

I love donating my time to let all the horny dogs breed me and let them explode their loads deep inside my pussy.

However, today I was the star of a doggy blowbang line where I sucked and slurp out all the creamy doggy mayo from deep within each one’s testicles. As I collected all their sperm in my mouth, I gargled and swished it all around while I jerked off a few dogs who came in late and had all their sperm shoot all over my body as I finally swallowed all the doggy DNA I had collected from dozens of canine testicles.

It’s days like this where being a doggy whore is pure bliss and I realize how lucky I am to be such a mutt slut.

Now it’s off to finish the day at my home office trading the stock market before I get to take a few other furry good boys into my bed, which I’ll tell you about here in a bit.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Since it’s almost Thanksgiving, I’ve been thinking back to last year around this time. Since Thanksgiving is all about having big feasts last year, I let the three horny good boys that I was watching feast inside my pussy with their dog cocks. The knotting lasted for hours and was so incredibly fulfilling. They stuffed my pussy full of their creamy doggy DNA just like a Thanksgiving day turkey.

Most women will never know what it feels like to have a knot so deep inside of them that you can practically feel all the dog sperm pooling in your abdomen as they shoot their loads over and over again for hours inside of your pussy as the knot is stuck between you and the furry dog body not allowing anybody to escape. It is so fucking romantic and pure bliss. I love being a dog slut.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

There is an exquisite loneliness to the way a dog thrusts—desperate, animal, all appetite and no mercy, and I am not ashamed to admit that it draws something out of me that men, with their fragile egos and negotiation, never could. In the back seat of my Mercedes, where the seats still smell faintly of Italian leather and the clasp of my own costly perfume, I let Rex, a full-blooded Rottweiler with a neck thicker than my thigh, pin me against the door, his claws raking crescents into the upholstery. I grip the headrest and hush my shrieks because the neighbor likes to walk his cocker spaniel at odd hours, and the last thing I want is for the HOA to slip another “noise complaint” in my mailbox—though God knows, I’d frame it if it came with a Polaroid.

People imagine a dog’s cock as huge, and it is, but there is also a kind of sexiness to it, an honesty that is impossible to deny when he’s knotted inside you, when you feel the raw pressure, the shudder and spasm of him emptying himself into the only place he’s ever been allowed, the only woman who’s ever let him finish. My pussy remembers each knot, each breed, the subtle differences of shape and urgency—how the golden retriever, Milo, fucks like a people-pleaser, gentle even while rutting; how the black lab, Winston, is clumsy but well-meaning, always apologetic when he slips out too soon. Rex, though, has no such civility. He takes me as I want to be taken, and I come so hard on his cock that I see stars, then the moon, and then my own breath fogging the glass.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

There’s a trick to breeding with dogs, and it’s all in the hips. If you just lay flat out, limp and lazy with your legs glued together, you’ll keep the dogs guessing and clumsy, huffing at your thighs and slopping their tongues against skin that yields nothing. The secret, I learned by sweaty, giddy accident, is to roll halfway onto your side, prop your top knee high and forward, like the start of a dance move or a runner about to launch from blocks. In that crook, the triangle of space between thigh and mattress, you make your own open door. That’s the invitation, the living, squirming target painted for them in pink.

You feel so elegant, so explicitly on display, even before you realize how natural it feels for the dog, how much it helps him. My first time, I’d watched Ash circle the base of the couch for fifteen minutes, whining and ramping up, more frustrated by angles than by nerves. I’d tried to help, reaching back with my hand to guide him in, but the position was wrong and every time he hunched, he slid off my hip or thrust against my ass instead of where I wanted him most. It wasn’t until I rolled onto my side, bored and a little embarrassed, that everything happened at once: he scrambled up behind me, hooked his paws over my hipbone, and drove forward with a cracking force that surprised both of us.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor 💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

I lost count of how many garden-variety canine cocks I took in my late-summer feral phase, but my neighbors' fences are a little taller now. By September, the word was out among the local off-leash crowd. Dogs would converge on my gate, noses pressed to the slats, tails a blur. I wore gardening gloves but nothing else below the waist, and sometimes I’d weed the carrots while getting knotted from behind by a Great Dane who’s paws were locked around my hips and a spaniel’s muzzle was hot and wet against my inner thigh.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Laundry day is for sluts, and this evening I was feeling especially filthy.

The dogs greeted me at the door, tails a-wag, snouts already snuffling at the crotch of my yoga pants, where I’d slept in naked after last night’s playtime. I should have known this load of laundry would not be a normal one—should have known, because every speck of laundry was coated in canine cum, and every muscle in my body still ached from being the laundry basket the dogs used all week.

I snapped a pic of my thigh, streaked with something thick and off-white, and composed a post:

Laundry day is an absolute mess when you dog-sit for a friend but you also can't keep out of heat. Currently covered in enough dog spunk to glue a bowling ball to a ceiling. Send help. 😂🐾 #BeastMode #LaundryDay #NotSorry

I hit post, cackling, then peeled the sodden panties from the floor and buried my face in them. I could still smell Max, the retriever, his wild scent. My fingers worked their way into my folds as I remembered how he’d mounted me yesterday, while I was bent over the open washer, just begging for a load. Literally and figuratively.

It wasn’t long before the whole pack—Max, Duke, and little Charlie, who made up in stamina what he lacked in size—had me cornered in the laundry room. Max’s tongue was already lapping at my slit, Duke’s broad head bumping my thigh and Charlie yipping excitedly, waiting his turn.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

Backstage after every round of interviews, I wish I could tell the truth: that if the press really wanted to know what made my short game so deadly, they should look at how I train my stamina with my two golden retrievers.

In another life, my entire feed would be NSFW, every post a closeup of either Teddy’s thighs and pelvis bouncing like a Newton’s cradle, or Max’s tongue, that pink velvet whip, flattening as it hugs my skin. Instead I hit them with the blandest platitudes, the soft-sell motivational horseshit. "Golf is a mental game," I'd say, and the reporters would nod, jotting it down as if it were a slice of distilled genius, but all I could think about was the way Teddy’s ribcage flexed against my palms when I pinned him, or the way Max’s knot flared up, stretching me deliciously full.

I know it’s not normal. I also know it’s the only reason I’m still on tour, that this private, feral secret has become the engine of my focus, the reward that dangles just out of reach until the last putt drops. Sometimes, after a particularly satisfying round, I have to retreat to the locker room and bury my face in my towel, breathing in the air of my own anticipation, too restless to even shower before I get home to them.

Just once, I want some sideline journalist to ask me about my pets, but they never do. It's always the same: "What was going through your mind on the back nine?"

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾

[🐾💋Knotty Katherine💋🐾 @TheKnottyKat]

The reason I do so many deadlifts and hip thrusts is because I need a fit pussy for dog cock. That’s not a flex or a brag, it’s just the biomechanics. When you squat 220lbs in the gym, you are basically putting in the reps to get railed by 100lbs of animal muscle, and it pays off dramatically. I’ve had people ask me why I’m so thick. Why I post those progress pics where my glutes are half the frame. Or why my gym selfies are so… obscene. They don’t get it. I’m not here to impress dudes or girls. I’m here to be the ultimate fleshlight for canines.

I don’t skip kegels, either. I do them every day, sometimes in class or in the stairwell or while waiting for my name to be called at the DMV, just clenching and unclenching, working those mystery muscles. And I don’t just do them for fun. When you’re bent over and he’s trying to breed you, you have to milk every last drop out of him, squeeze and relax until he’s howling and his knot is fully swollen and he physically cannot thrust anymore.

Half my core workouts are just for stability while being mounted. Have you ever tried to take a 70lb golden retriever in full thrust mode? It’s like holding plank in an earthquake, and if your abs aren’t braced, you’re face-down in the dirt, your own fault. That’s why I do those ab rollouts and hollow holds and all the Pilates stuff, even though it looks dumb.

-🐾💋Kat Tudor💋🐾