Animal Sex Stories

Animal Sex- Master's New Bitch

Animal Sex-Master’s New Bitch

(Note: I know there’s no bestiality in here yet, please let me get to the next chapter. And please give me feedback!! This is just a story, nothing in it has ever happened to me though sometimes I wish it would hehe. This first chapter isn’t eventful at all but hopefully it’s a decent opening)

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I was simply working one day when they got me; I had a steady job as a horse trainer, and in my mid-20′s when it happened. Your typical anonymous kidnapping. I was knocked out, tied, dragged across the field, thrown in a van (though I don’t remember anything past the knocking out) and driven to this place. I don’t know what state I’m in, but it doesn’t really matter I guess. I have a duty here now and this is simply ‘home.’

My Master is head of a huge corporation. He looks the type too; businessman, young, handsome. When I was brought to him for the first time, three weeks ago, he made me blush. My hands were tied behind my back, pushing my chest and my huge DD’s forward, and they were barely contained in the bra I had. A simple silk nighty was over my tits. Master smiled at me, and then pinched a nipple through the bra. I whimpered.

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“Do you know why you’ve been brought to me? And don’t answer with words, bitch. You nod or shake your head. Keep your eyes down. Not on the floor. You have permission to stare at my cock. Answer Master’s questions and I won’t take that privilege away.” I was horrified, so of course I zoomed in on his crotch, staring intently at the growing bulge. Of course someone who called himself Master was extremely well-endowed. Now he smiled and continued pinching my nipples, tugging at them.

“So, do you know why you were chosen?”

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I shook my head, biting my tongue. The attendant who’d brought me here loosened her grip on my arm slightly. She knew I wasn’t going anywhere, not dressed in this tiny slip and the high heels I was forced to wear. I could barely stand, let alone run. Master tugged on the skin on top of my tit, the nipple popping up over the side of my bra.

“These,” he said in a pleased voice. “These are wonderful milking tits. I require someone young, soft, well-endowed. Your big hips and massive tits are a testament to your breeding strength. I want you to be my milk slave. Once you start producing, you’ll be allowed to sleep on a cushion in my room so you can feed me when I please. If things go well, who knows? You might become my next bred alpha bitch. Take her away,” he said dismissively, “Only bring the bitch back when her tits are good and full.”

The woman jerked me forward, where I hit the ground on my knees. Master laughed behind me, watching as I scooted forward with hands behind my back while the attendant whipped my poor bare ass. I waddled and whimpered along.

For those first two weeks, my schedule was the same. I was tied to a bed at night, where at 5am every morning, two young men would enter and roughly suckle my bare, exposed tits. They barely came up for air, and I wasn’t allowed to speak. I just lay spreadeagled on the bed, my pussy dripping, while they pulled and pulled at my nipples. After a meager breakfast, I was taken out to the stables where the real day’s work began. I was hooked up to a milking machine, plugs shoved up my pussy and ass while the machine droned on and on. It hurt so much, the suction was meant for cows, not humans. My nipples felt like they were going to be torn off, and they turned from a light pink to that dark bloody brown. Men mostly worked out here with the farm animals, and two workers were watching me as I wailed and whined while bent over the machine, legs shaking.

“That much suction for week one? Boss in that much of a hurry to get her tits full?” one asked. The other shrugged. “She might as well get used to the suction, sooner or later.”

I knew better than to ask for help or do more to draw attention to myself; rules had been put in place, beaten and whipped into me sentence by sentence before Master ever met me. If he said I was to be a milking bitch, so be it. I was to be a milking bitch. There was no alternative. After those agonizingly long hours at the milking stall where I had to relieve myself standing up, urine trickling into the hay below me, I was taken back to the room and allowed a large dinner, which I always ate ravenously. As soon as I was done and the attendants had cleaned me up, washing my raw chapped tits with warm soap and applying olive oil to them, the men entered and began their suckling. I was always exhausted by that time, and frustrated due to lack of an orgasm, so I usually fell asleep, sweaty-haired, to the sound of their lips smacking on my tits.

Everything changed one morning when the older man, a gentleman in his 40′s, raised his head up and said with a gurgle, “Bitch is milking.” The other paused in his tugging, and he reached under the small bed to withdraw a mobile milk pump; he eagerly smashed the suction cup over my large extended nipple and began pumping. Sure enough as we all three watched, white watery fluid came out and splashed to the bottom of the cup. Both men laughed and smiled, the one wrenching off the suction cup and leaning in for his own slurp.

“Warm,” he said greedily, but the other reminded him, “Better let Master know.”
I was smiling; I felt accomplished. Maybe now I had no name, no friends, nothing at all, but I did have two huge milk-producing jugs and that was something for a bitch, after all. As I sat smiling while one of the men ran to fetch Master, the other held a tit up to me. “Want to try it, bitch?” Nodding, as I was thirsty and curious, he squeeze harder and pulled my gigantic udder upward. I slipped a nipple in my mouth and drank, swallowing long and deep.

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It was too good to be true, but while I was mid-heaven, the man tugged my tit out and milk dribbled from my chin. “That’s enough bitch…it’s not your milk, it belongs to Master.” I nodded with a pout, because I knew he was right. But Master was coming, and I knew he’d be proud of my big full tits.

Animal Sex Master’s New Bitch Part-2

Master entered, looking just as professional and handsome as he had when we’d first met, and his smile was even wider. “How’s the milk?” he asked, and the men nodded. Master approached, leaned over me, and put his lips to my nipple, licking up the extra drop I’d left behind. Once that was taken care of he suckled, tentatively, and I felt milk begin to flow again. It felt good and right. I was taking care of Master. My eyes closed, and he exclaimed tit in mouth, “MMMmmmmm.”

Master stood up, again too soon for my liking, as I was enjoying all this new attention, and he swallowed again before smiling down at me. “I knew you were a great choice for milking. Do you know what happens now, my good full bitch? You keep producing milk, and you don’t get milked for five days straight. Your jugs will be so full you won’t want to move. In the meantime, you’re going to start your breedings. Do you know about breedings here, milky bitch?”

I shook my head no, maintaining eye contact with the bulge in Master’s pants.

“I don’t want any of my men spraying sperm into your pussy just yet…you’re a new bitch, you’re not experienced, and you need to learn about your place in life as a breeding tool. If they were to get you pregnant…well, that just wouldn’t do. So while you’re awaiting having those delicious tits burst on you from too much milk production, you’re going to live in the kennel, where the pack will fuck you at will. Here are the rules bitch.” Now he twisted my nipple and I almost screamed. “You’re to always offer your pussy or ass to the pack. They can’t get you pregnant but they most certainly will breed with you and give you sperm anyway. They will knot with you and you’ll let them, and not cry out or try to pull away. You’re going to get a noise and motion collar fitted, meaning if you are too loud or move too suddenly you’ll get electrocuted. Your hands will be tied behind your back so you can’t squeeze any excess milk out of my personal storage–your tits. Do you understand the rules?”

I nodded slowly, and Master slapped my pussy lips with his hand, hard. I yelped, and he laughed. “Sounding like a doggie bitch already. Don’t try that with the collar on, or you’ll be in for a nasty shock, bitch,” he warned, and laughed again as he left the room, checking his watch. The attendants stepped forward again to unstrap me and lead me to the kennel. I was worried; I was horrified really. I had no idea what to expect. I was to become a dog bitch as well?

The kennel was a dirty, smelly place where I was dumped unceremoniously, naked and with my hands tied tightly at the small of my back. It was a large chain link fence, but filled with dirt, muck, and a long row of doghouses where presumably, the pack lived and slept. I looked around for my own house but realized I wasn’t to have one. Breeders got shelter. Breeding devices were just there for their holes, their fertile bodies. I did have a dog bowl set, though, one brimming with digusting mashed food, and the other with cool water. In addition to the ropes I wore, I was outfitted with a large metal collar. It looked like a tracking collar, and it was on TIGHT. I could barely breathe.

Just when I thougth I could lay there on my side in the mud and catch my breath or mentally prepare for what would come next, another attendant opened the gate and stooped over me. He had a large syringe, larger than a turkey baster, which he held in one hand while opening my legs in the other. I didn’t dare ask what he was doing, but he was kind enough to tell me as he shoved the cold plastic up my wet pussy, “Breeding scent. We’ll be back to apply it every twelve hours when the whistle blows and you better be ass up, ready to take it, or….” he pointed at the collar. I scurried to my knees then bent over, offering up my ass and pussy and opening my legs. He squirted the cold, greasy stuff up in me, and then withdrew, plunging the same device into my ass and squirting the rest in.

The man left without a word, and I just sat there, ass up, eyes squeezed shut. I knew what was coming next, but I could barely prepare for the lot of dogs. Some were mutts, others looked distinguishable; there was a German Shephard, a doberman, and one huge Rottie amid the mix of ten dogs total. They were well-trained, for the Shepard stuck his nose right in my pussy, licking and sniffing. A mutt pranced around me excitedly, knowing my purpose, and I braced myself for the wet, drooly tongue lapping at my juices. My head was forced into the ground and I wept. It felt so good, but this was so wrong. I can handle being a milk machine, but a dog toy?

The German Shephard mounted me first, thrusting around til he hit my hole and then fucking hard and fast, hard and fast. I was ground farther and farther into the muck, and I could only quietly groan my lament as I felt his warm cum squirting up into me. Inside me, filling me up. Master said doggie cum couldn’t get me pregnant, but he wanted me to get used to being bred. As the Shephard decided not to knot, but get down and lick my scent off his red dick, another dog jumped up and took his place, poking at my ass until his red slab squished through the breeding scent and into my cunt. All the tit play had made me want a good fucking, but being literally hammered into the disgusting earth while the rest of the pack panted hungrily around me, was not what I wanted. I cried silently, but I was a good bitch and kept my pussy in the air, knowing deep down that every cock had a right to have a turn with me. My holes were going to be violated over and over until I didn’t mind it anymore. Until that time, I just tried to be the best bitch for my Master’s pack.

I don’t know how long the first pack fucking was, but I was covered in sweat and grime as it neared an ending. So much cum spilled from me, I wasn’t even hearing the splashing and sloshing that happened with each dog entering and exiting. My back was covered in scratches, my whole body reeked of sweat and dog. I’d noticed something while I braced myself for dick after dick though; no one knotted with me. I could tell the dogs, even the mutts, knew precisely what to do and when to stop doing it, but why wouldn’t they knot their bitch? To spray deep into my cervix and assure I couldn’t push their cum out, seemed only logical for the males.

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The large Lab that was pounding away at me was getting close, I thought, terrified. I could feel the throbbing knot hitting my pussy every thrust he went, and he was pushing deeper, grunting. I realized that this was probably it, I was probably about to be terribly invaded, and so I started breathing long and deep, to loosen myself up. But just as I had sentenced myself, I heard a growl. Surprised, I snapped my neck up to see the huge Rottie baring his teeth at the Lab. It was then I realized what was going on. This was the alpha male. He was letting me be fucked and spermed, but not knotted; he was to be the first to knot me. Why hadn’t he mounted me first, though?

The Lab plopped out of me, my pussy making the sound an unclogged drain makes as the cum flooded from me, and I moaned quietly, twisting my torso to watch as the Rottie moved quickly around to my ass. I suppose he knew he shouldn’t waste any more time and risk some other dog popping their knot in my cherry pussy. He mounted, and he was heavy; I could barely breathe. My ribs were being crushed. The dog expertly slid his meat into me, then started that fast humping, only a few inches gonig in at first. I realized why he’d waited to fuck me, then. His thick sausage was huge, already almost splitting me open. He’d wanted me to get lubed and loosened so I could properly take him in.

suddenly I wanted to take him in. If I could do this, then it meant I was a good bitch. I would have tits full of milk, and my pussy would hold alpha sperm. I could do it, I told myself, I really could. I parted my legs slightly, continuing to grunt into the nasty dirt and help the alpha any way I could. He fucked me relentlessly, so much that I was shaking and could barely see. My hair was in my face and my legs were quivering. Feeling his huge baseball knot grinding against my clit with each thrust drove me over the edge, and then I felt it. I was going to cum.

The ordeal had been so hard on me thus far, an orgasm was the most welcome escape. My body tensed and I screamed, “OhhhhH!” which was cut off by a jolt of electricity. It hurt like fire around my neck, but I couldn’t stop, I was still cumming, my juice flowing around the Rottie’s cock and hitting the ground, splatting against the other jizz that had come from the pack. So I gagged on the collar, then screamed, as my pussy walls contracted, and the dog thrust the knot inside.

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I didn’t feel like I’d be split. I felt wonderfully full, I felt amazing, and I bucked against him, the collar sounding like crazy. I realized I’d have to shut up, or risk more and more pain, so I scooted what few inches I could while the Rottie tried to turn. There was an unsheathed doggie dick hanging in front of me, and I licked at it tentatively. I tasted salty precum, and as my pussy was filled with alpha sperm and another orgasm rose, I clamped my lips down on that dog meat and started sucking. It was to keep me quiet, but the dog stood obligingly and let me milk his dick with my slutty mouth so I wouldn’t scream from the feeling of being knotted.

The Rottie had turned and he stood at attention, proudly displaying me with his tail up. We were locked together and his spray of semen didn’t stop. I could feel it hitting my walls, sloshing upward and upward since it had nowhere to go. I was sealed tight. Not only that, but my pussy kept contracting and milking the hard, swollen knot. I busied my mouth with moaning around the other cock, and when the cum started to stpray into my throat, I gagged and chokeed and swallowed as much as humanly possible.

I was getting better at being Master’s bitch.

Animal Sex Stories

Animal Sex Stories-The Dog Bar, A girl discovers a private bar

I was led down the alley by Debbie. We were holding hands as we walked to a door recessed into the wall on the left hand side. If Debbie had not brought me then I am sure that I would never have even noticed it. There were no signs or notices outside advertising the presence of any sort of club.

I was a student and Debbie was a cleaner at the halls where I was staying. She was the same age as me but was trying to earn money so she could go to college. She had been tidying my room when she had seen a story on my laptop about a girl and a dog. I had carelessly left it showing on the screen and was mortified to see Debbie reading it. But she was not shocked and it had soon become apparent that she was well ahead of me in this taboo subject.

Debbie had already done all the things that I had been fantasising about. She had told me about a private club that she belonged to where my fantasies could become a reality. After much pleading she had finally agreed to bring me. But now as I faced the door my tummy was full of butterflies and my mind was full of doubts.

She stopped me in front of the door.

“OK, this is the last chance to back out. I’m sponsoring you to join so I don’t want you to go through that door unless you are going to go through with it. You are the first person that I have ever invited, please, please don’t embarrass me,” said Debbie.

“I know,” I replied, “I promise that I won’t let you down.” I was trying to sound confident but my heart was pounding in my chest and I could hardly believe that I had got this far.

“You know what you will have to do for them to let you in. They do it to stop time wasters from getting in,” explained Debbie and I nodded.

“Let’s go in,” I said. Debbie smiled at me and squeezed my hand.

“You are going to love this. I know that it’s what you have been fantasising about and after the test you can just watch if you want to.” Debbie stepped forward and knocked on the door.

After a few moments it opened and a handsome man in his thirties smiled at us and let us into the reception room. There was a desk with a computer on it and a series of screens including a view of the alley outside. A large German shepherd dog lay on a rug in front of a fire and thumped his tail on the floor in welcome.

“Hi Debbie,” said the man, “So this is going to be our latest member?” He smiled at me and I nervously smiled back.

“Hi Jack,” replied Debbie, “yeah she wants to join. I’ve filled her in on everything and she knows the dos and don’ts.” The man nodded.

“Well baby, what are we going to call you here?”

Debbie and I had discussed this and decided that I would do the same as Debbie and use my real first name with a second name of a flower.

“I’m Sarah Rose,” I said and the guy tapped that in on the computer. Then he picked up a digital camera and took a picture of my face.

“Two more pictures that we need to take and then you are all set to go into the club. Don’t worry; Barney here is a lovely dog, nice and friendly.”

He didn’t tell me what to do but I already knew. No-one got into this club by walking in off the street; you had to be brought in by a member who had told you what you needed to do. I looked at Debbie who smiled encouragingly.

I stepped across to the dog that rose to meet me.

“I can do this,” I said to myself, “This is the easy bit. I’ve done this before.” But I was trembling as I sat down on the rug next to him. I’d never had people watching me do it before or going to take a picture of it.

“Hey Barney,” I said to him trying to sound calm while all the time repeating in my own mind “I can do this, I can do this.” I made a big fuss of him, stroking his head and murmuring in his ears. He licked my face and I let him. His tongue lapped across my cheek and I opened my mouth to kiss him. His tongue slipped between my lips and we French kissed.

I was doing it! I was kissing a dog. I pushed out my own tongue into Barney’s mouth. My mind was racing. I had done this before and loved it. I had masturbated to thoughts of this and now I was doing it in front of others. There was a flash and I realised that Jack had taken the second picture that I needed for membership. But I was enjoying myself now and carried on with the kiss until Debbie laughed;

“You can get plenty more of that inside; now move on to the last thing that we need you to do.”

I reluctantly broke off the kiss. This was as far as I had ever gone with a dog so far. Now I had to go further and I wasn’t sure that I could do it. I reached underneath Barney and stroked his sheath tentatively. He was warm and he leaned into me.

“That’s it baby, nice and gentle,” encouraged Jack. But I was so nervous I was shaking. I looked up at Debbie for help but she was pleading with her eyes for me to carry on. My fingers kept touching and then I felt his cock emerge. I was touching a dog’s cock, not in my imagination but in real life. I knew that I shouldn’t be doing this, that it was taboo. Part of me wanted to run for the door and part of me wanted to keep touching.

“Whenever you are ready Sarah,” he said. I bent my head slowly under Barney’s flank. I saw the pink tip of his cock extending slightly out of the sheath and remembered Debbie’s instructions that she had repeated so many times before we had come down here to the club.

“The doorman will have to take three pictures of your face,” she had said “One of just you like on a passport photo, then one of you kissing the dog and finally one of you licking the dog’s cock.”

I had dreamt of doing this but now the time had come and I was scared. My head dipped a little lower. I glanced across to Debbie who was standing there with her hands on her face, afraid that I was going to fail.

I opened my mouth, put out my tongue and licked the end of Barney’s cock. It throbbed and jerked a little.

“Good girl Sarah,” said Jack “Just a little more.”

I licked again and then moved my lips over the cock. The camera flashed.

The resulting photo shows my cheeks flushing bright red as I take a dog’s cock into my mouth but it cannot show the warmth that spread through my pussy at the time that I let down the barriers in my mind and licked and sucked that gorgeous dog’s cock.

Debbie gave a huge whoop of joy.

“You did it! You did it!” She flung herself down on the rug beside me and lifting my head from the dog’s cock kissed me full on the lips.

Jack laughed and connected the camera to the computer, downloaded the pictures and finished off my membership form.

“Those are really hot pictures Sarah,” he said. “The best that I have seen in a long time. But don’t worry. They aren’t going anywhere but here,” he tapped the computer. “Now go and enjoy yourselves inside.”

“What about Barney?” I asked, feeling slightly guilty about getting the dog turned on and then leaving.

“Oh don’t worry; he will be seeing plenty of action later tonight when he and I finish our shift. Maybe you can finish off what you started with him then!” Jack winked lasciviously at me and I blushed again as Debbie excitedly pulled me by the hand into the bar.

The door led us through into a bar area. There were some sofas arranged for conversation at one end of the room, benches arranged around an open space in the middle and a bar at the other end. There were a few people scattered around talking to each other. Some of them gave us a smile and a wave but my attention was caught immediately by the dogs. Half a dozen or so were simply wandering around. I spotted a great dane, a couple of labradors, another german shepherd and some that I guessed were mongrels.

“Those are the house dogs,” explained Debbie. “They all belong to Sharon, the bar owner. People often bring their own dogs too but then they go in one of the other rooms so that we don’t get any dog fights.”

The dogs approached the people and were petted but nothing more so far. We walked to the bar and Debbie introduced me to Sharon. Sharon was a lovely blonde woman of about forty. She was friendly without being pushy.

“Enjoy yourself Sarah. Sit and watch if you like, no-one will mind. If you need any help just call but I’m sure Debbie will look after you. You haven’t gone all the way with a dog so far, is that right?”

I nodded.

“Well I would love to watch you losing your doggy cherry out in the middle of the room but don’t worry. If you want some privacy we have lots of rooms for you to go and use.”

The thought of being taken out in the middle of the floor made my pussy go moist at the same time as my legs shook. I got us a couple of beers and we sat at a bench. I was surprised at how nice it all was. The decorations were tasteful and didn’t look cheap. I mentioned this to Debbie who nodded.

“Membership is free for us but the guys have to pay and it’s very expensive.”

At that moment a woman stood up from her bench and slid down her jeans. The man who had been chatting to her took off her panties and I gasped as she shamelessly exposed her shaven pussy. I guessed that she was in her late twenties and had lovely long legs and shoulder length blonde hair. She sat back on the bench and spread her legs as wide as she could.

“Rufus!” called the man and one of the mongrels ran across to them. He took a sniff of the woman’s spread pussy and then gave it a long lick with its purple tongue. The woman gasped but stayed just where she was and the dog began to eagerly lap at her with his tail wagging happily.

We were sat close by and I could see everything. My pussy was moistening and my tummy was flipping at the same time. It was so dirty, so wrong, so depraved and yet so wonderful.

“Does it feel nice?” asked the man with a grin on his face.

“Oh god yes!” she replied, gripping the bench to keep herself steady. She inched forward a little and exposed her ass to the excited dog.

“Would you like a closer look?” asked Debbie with a big grin across her face. I nodded, blushing at the very thought. But instead of moving towards the couple, Debbie simply stood up and took off her jeans. She turned to face me.

“Please take off my panties,” she asked. I took the black lacy panties by the waist and tugged them down. She gave a sexy shimmy to bring them down to her ankles and then sat back down like the woman had done, with her legs spread wide.

I had seen her pussy before of course. I had licked her out many times as she told me about the things that she had done with dogs.

“Honey,” she called and a yellow Labrador padded across and immediately licked up her pussy from the bottom to her clit with one long swipe. “Oooohhhh!” she gasped and grabbed my hand. She squeezed it tight as the dog gave her pussy a thorough licking.

I was mesmerised. I knew that I should leave, run out of the bar, go home and hide in my bed. But Debbie was clearly in ecstasy and my pussy wasn’t just moist any more, it was soaked.

The guy was looking from Debbie to the blonde woman, enjoying the show as they moaned and gasped with the pleasure from the doggy tongues. The he looked at me;

“Well honey, why don’t you have some fun too?”

The man was looking at me with a wide smile on his face.

“I…I… just came to watch,” I stammered and turned to Debbie for support. She was panting now with the effect of the labrador licking her pussy. From the noises it must have been very wet down there. She turned and gazed into my eyes with a misty expression and said;

“You know that you want it, why not just admit it and join us.”

My cheeks flamed again. How could she say that? She was supposed to be looking after me!

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A New Dog Bitch Is Born

Jenny feverously rubbed her clit and she was getting very frustrated. She had been masturbating for nearly an hour and still could not get over the edge. Her usual fantasy about Mike the school football captain was just not doing it today.

Three times she had creamed and then a stray thought intruded and the feeling was lost. She was getting sore now and her juices were drying up again. Shit’, she said out loud to Max, her four year old German shepherd, I am so horny I will go mad if I can’t get off. Max looked back and panted.

Max had been a surprise present for her 9th birthday, the cutest little puppy Jenny had ever seen. She had been begging for one for years, and as they had just moved out in the country her parents decided to grant her wish. Four years later they were inseparable, Max followed her everywhere. He even shared her room, with his own basket at the end of her bed.

It was only a few months ago that Jenny had discovered masturbation; right about the time she’d had her first period. Her extremely knowledgeable friend Amy had told her about it and gave her directions to finding her button, along with some graphic tips at the best methods of stimulation. It didn’t take Jenny long to become an expert, inventing some of her own techniques along the way. When Jenny found time alone to explore her new interest Max usually watched disinterested or lay snoozing in the floor.

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A Lazy Afternoon with TJ   I had the afternoon off and with it raining pretty good outside, there wasn’t much that I wanted to do but be lazy and veg out on the couch.? My husband was away at work and I started to think about the good fuck we had the night before and wishing he was home to take care of the ache that was beginning between my legs.

I soon found that my hand was traveling down over my stomach and pulling aside my gstring and a finger was tracing a line on my swollen lips.I could feel the heat and the wetness that was beginning to escape and I grabbed some on my finger and brought them to my waiting lips. My tongue reaching out to taste the sweetest. I brought my finger back down to my hot pussy and inserted a finger, slowly fucking myself as my thumb rubbed against my hard clit. Soft moans coming out of my mouth as I started to work my finger faster.

A sudden tongue by my finger surprised me and my eyes snapped open. Thinking it was my husband, I was shocked to see that it was our german sheperd, TJ and I pushed him away. He was not having that and tried to shove his face between my legs again.? I have never done that before with a dog but I had to admit, it was exciting me, so I opened my legs for him.? “What would it hurt” I asked myself.

He caught my scent again and dove right in and I was loving every moment of it. His big wet tongue lapping at my pussy as he was burying his nose in my wet cunt. I was in throes of ectasy, my legs shivering as my fingers were pulling on my hard clit. It wasn’t long before I felt myself cumming and cumming hard. Spent, I laid there, softly rubbing TJ’s neck, breathing heavy. I looked down and saw that his huge cock was out of his sheath and I felt my pussy jump.? “Nooo” I said outloud “I couldn’t”
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   Being a pervert has it’s ups and downs. Take my wife for instance. Five foot two eyes of blue, raven black mane to mid back, nicely trimmed and bikini waxed pussy on a powerful 39D-21-34 tightly packed well stacked body, just made for fucking you might think, but, and what a lovely butt it is too, Kat has this one little problem. She can’t stand the idea of having sex with me. Oh don’t get me wrong, Kat loves sex, and she loves me, she just doesn’t like to have sex clutter up what to her is an otherwise perfect marriage arrangement, or at getting in the way of her lovers. The problem is, no other woman turns me on like Kat does, and there in lays my tail of tales. I’ve had to become a veritable peeping Tom at my own home, just to get any satisfaction, even if it is from watching her exploits as I jerk myself off.

Now right off, you might think I’m not very well endowed in the pecker department, but that’s just not the case here as I’ve got close to a foot of cock dangling to my knees. Maybe you would think that I’m some old coot, however I’m in my mid twenties, and just a year older than Kat is. Okay, so I’m no prince charming, but some women have called me cute other than my mother when she was alive, and I’m far from being poor, in fact, I’ve inherited the family fortune well in excess of hundreds of millions of dollars, and Kat comes from old money as well. So what’s the problem? I got caught fucking the brides maid on our wedding day, and if that weren’t bad enough, it was Kat’s cute younger honey blond sister Kitty. (I know, but their parents had a thing for felines, their older brother’s name is Tiger a redhead, who knew how far it would have went if they’d had more kids.)

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