Accidental Introduction to Animal Sex
By Susan N.
About six months ago, Mike’s brother asked if we would mind looking after his dog for two weeks while they went on holiday because they did not want to put him in a kennel. About a week later, Mike walked in with a huge red setter. His name was Roger (a damn silly name if you ask me).
Mike let the dog off his lead, and he wandered around exploring his new home, sniffing here and there,
I shouted at Mike, “I hope he is house-trained.”
Mike told me not to worry. He was about five years old, and I must say he did look like an impressive animal. So we put out his bowl and toys and left him wandering around the house but with one rule: not up the stairs.
Well, for the first four days, all was fine. Roger seemed to settle down, and he was quite friendly with everyone. There was no problem with him barking at night, and I was pleasantly surprised.
Every morning, you would find the dog sitting by the kitchen door. As he spotted you, his tail would beat the floor. He would run up to you and give you a sloppy lick.
So, on with the tale, my husband Mike is a pilot, and he is away for days at a time; he had just left for a long-haul trip to the States, and I was feeling a little turned on after a lovely night of passion with hubby.
The kids were at school, the housework was done, and as usual, there was all on TV, so I thought I would take a nice hot bath. I slipped upstairs, ran my bath, entered our room, and stripped off, and no one was in the house. I wandered around in my birthday suit, and when the bath was full, I was looking for a towel and realized they were just ironed, and I had left them downstairs, so I went to get one.
Call me silly if you like, but I had forgotten about the dog downstairs, so I trotted down to get the towel, walked into the living room, not seeing the dog in the corner, walked over to the pile of washing, and hunted for a towel.
Now, picture the scene. It is the middle of the morning, and I am naked, bending over the washing, and I am still feeling the warm fuzzy feelings between my legs we girls have after a satisfying night of sex, so my scent is in the air. And there he is, sitting, a full-blooded male dog. What is he to do but go and investigate the scent? And moments later, it hit me, a sloppy wet tongue slithering right between my pussy lips that was already puffy and damp.
I was startled at the touch and jumped up in shock, shouting, “OH MY GOD WHAT!?!” Turning around, I saw Roger sitting there with his tail slapping the floor—you know how they are—with a silly look on his face, and his head tipped to one side as if to say, “I like that. Can I have some more, please?” I turned to him and sternly said, “You can keep your nose out of there, you PERVERT!”
I grabbed my towel and went to my bath. After an hour-long soak, I returned to my bedroom and dried my body. I reached for my talcum powder and started to smooth it all over.
Now I don’t know if it was the hot bath or smoothing talc all over my skin or even thoughts of last night’s sex session, but I was feeling very, very horny, and I needed to take care of a need. So I grabbed one of my favorite toys, lay back on the bed, and started to play. It did not take long before I was dripping wet because of the buzzing dildo sliding over my aching clit. My nipples were hard as I pinched them, and wetting my fingers, I slid two between the lips of my swollen pussy.
You could hear the squelch of my cunt as my finger manipulation worked its magic. Raising my fingers to my mouth, I licked them clean and dipped in for a second helping of pussy juice. Between my fingers and my dildo, I was oblivious to anything around me, and I was unaware that the dog had wandered upstairs and was sitting at the bedroom door watching me.
I can remember how deep the need to come was getting. It felt like it was in the pit of my soul. You know, that need to come so bad you just have to keep going until you explode, and I was getting there fast. Lying on my back, I swung my legs up high and opened them wide, slamming the vibrating toy deep into my cunt. I could feel the vibrations right against my cervix; I was shaking with full-on passion, moaning loudly.
As I slowly pulled the dildo out, I hit that magic spot and tilted the plastic monster down; I forced the end hard against my G spot. Good god, I was in heaven as the ripples of the fast-approaching orgasm began to build in me. Roger had moved closer, intently watching me. God knows what might have been going through the dog’s mind.
My cries became louder and louder, and as the full force of my orgasm hit me, Roger made his move. He was up on the bed, and in one swift movement, his tongue was again tasting my dripping cunt. I was powerless at this point now; only another woman can understand that when one of the supper powerful orgasms hits you, your body takes on a life of its own; wave after wave of pure lustful pleasure flows through you, my breathing becomes erratic, my legs went stiff with each passing moment beads of sweat was oozing from every inch of me I was locked in that moment of total come lust, and I was not going to stop.
And there between my legs was a dog licking, for all it was worth, savoring the taste of raw sex. I was convulsing with lust by now and started to shout at the animal, “Yes! Yes! YES! Lick me, fuck me, eat me!”
I have no real idea how long the dog kept my orgasm going, but one thing I do know is that it was one hell of a powerful orgasm. By the end of it, I was left shaking and crying, not with remorse but with lust, pure lust.
I rolled over onto my tummy, still with the toy buried deep in my wet pussy. I could still feel the plastic vibrating; I could feel the occasional wet lick from the dog’s tongue over my bum. I was lost in a haze as my eyes closed, and I drifted off to sleep.
I remember opening my eyes and staring at the clock. I had slept for 3 hours, and as my brain engaged with my body, I became aware of something wet sliding over my skin. I rolled over onto my back and, letting my weak legs fall open, there was the dog Roger only too willing to continue his onslaught on my already sensitive pussy.
I lay there for a moment or two, just watching him, his head twisting this way and that as he lapped up all traces of my pussy juice, and when he had finished with my pussy he turned his attention to my dildo. I heaved myself onto my elbows and watched him greedily clean my toy. The funny thing was I had left it turned on when I drifted off, so the batteries were almost flat (DAMN!), and now and then, when Roger swiped his tongue over it, the toy would buzz, making him stop, and his big ears stand up (well it looked funny to me anyway).
Every other lick was aimed at my pussy, making me get a little damp again. I could feel it coming on, but I did not care then. The dog nudged the toy to the edge of the bed until it finally fell to the floor. He turned to the side and looked down at it as it occasionally buzzed. I smiled at the dog, and then I saw it. My gaze was fixed. I had never seen something as big as that before.
Standing on the side, I had a view of the dog’s huge cock just hanging there below him. It looked red and very angry, about 9 to 10 inches long and about 5 inches round. You must understand that I would never consider doing what I was thinking. I mean, I was just an average woman with normal sexual desires, but this, What the hell was I thinking?
Thinking back on it now, it was just one of those moments in life where you just have to experiment—no, that’s not the right word—one of those moments that only comes once in a lifetime, or so I thought. It was as if my body had been disconnected from my brain; it was as if I was watching myself, watching what was about to happen.
I got up and knelt at the side of the dog. His tail again began to swing, causing a cool breeze to slip over my breasts; the dog turned and looked at me, his tongue swiped across my face and lips. My lips felt damp. I instinctively ran my own tongue over my lips, feeling the moisture, and then he did it he sealed my fate as to what happened; he dipped his head, and his wet tongue slid over my already hard nipples as I looked down at him licking my breasts my hand instinctively moved to his side I could feel the warm fur slipping through my fingers.
My gaze was transfixed on that swaying dog cock hanging there with a slight drip of clear fluid oozing from the end; I thought to myself, what would it feel like Mike’s cock perhaps one touch, just the one! I slid my trembling hand up the dog’s back leg, my fingers inching closer to its goal. Momentarily, I stopped, but after the dog once again licked my aching breasts, my hesitation was gone.
I held out my hand. I was about an inch from his cock. A drop of fluid fell from the end of his cock onto my finger. I stared at it and finally held him in my hand. His dog cock was hot to the touch. I was trembling, not knowing what to do. I could feel the pulse of cock as his blood surged through it. Now with my hand wrapped around his cock, the dog took over instinctively. He began to thrust it in my hand, and as he pulled back, his fluid began to soak my fingers.
I just could not stop if anyone had caught me, then just sitting on my bed naked, holding a dog’s cock while he fucked my hand; they would have probably locked me away for life. But there I was I was in a bizarre situation with no thought of anything else but this moment.
The dog fucking motions began to get more and more urgent. My whole hand was awash with his juices, and he didn’t even ask why I did what I did next. It was just instinct. I let go of my hold on the dog’s cock. I lay back again, raised my hand to my mouth, closed my eyes, and put my fingers in my mouth; the taste was hard to describe, salty, a little bitter, but not as bad as one would imagine. (But how can you imagine tasting dog sperm??)
The dog was moving on the bed, dipping his head to give my skin the odd lick here and there, and after licking his come from my hand, I looked up. The dog was standing by my head just to the side of me his cock was only a few inches from my face with a continual drip and spurt of fluid from it. I could feel my mouth begin to water as I licked my lips.
It would only take a slight movement to open my mouth and move under him. This thought raced through my mind, and I slid under him without thinking. The first drips fell on my cheek; I tongued him a little more, and then a spurt splashed by my lips, pushing out my tongue. I tried to lick it up.
Then finally, I was fully under him, his hot cock swaying just about my mouth. Spurt after spurt of his cock juice splashed down on my lips, and without a second thought, I opened my mouth to taste him. I was acting like a real slut flicking my tongue over my lips, savoring his taste, my fingers again working on my swelling cunt.
God knows for how long I was being the dog slut, but I soon wanted to know the feel of his hard cock on my lips I raised my head a few inches and felt that hot cock brush against my face, still with my fingers working on my now soaking cunt I moved my head around to catch this dog cock with my lips.
Then, it brushed over my wet mouth. I stopped moving my head and let the dog slide his wet cock over my lips and closed my eyes, and without a second thought, I opened my mouth, letting his slide in. I could feel the dog’s cock spurt warm fluid in my mouth. It flowed over my tongue and ran down to the back of my throat.
I did not need to give the dog head. He was thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. He was doing what was natural to him, and with each thrust, he squirted more come in my mouth. I swallowed with each spurt, and I could hear his low growls with every other push of his cock.
I loved every moment I was going to enjoy each second of this perverted sex session, knowing it would never happen again. I pushed the dog down onto his side and took on the role of the full-on cock slut. Holding his back leg up and with my other hand, I took hold of his big cock and went full into the cock sucking slut routine. I sucked that dog’s cock just as I would my husband’s cock.
Sliding my lips all over its length, lapping at it with my tongue, kissing it, sucking it, returning my attention to the head until finally taking it in my mouth all the way. But this cock was massive. I even made myself gag once in a while, trying to deep-throat him.
And all this time, the dog was giving me spurt after spurt of dog come I repositioned myself so that my cunt was over his face so he would give me the occasional licking, but this was uncomfortable for both, so I had to be contented with kneeling by him and squeezing my legs together in the hope of coming again.
All but to no avail. After 20 minutes of our perverted sex, the dog’s cock began growing soft, and after a few more minutes and two more spurts of his come, he was spent, his cock pulling back into his sheath, leaving only the small pink end showing, and he was content to lick himself clean. I was left with a burning need in my soaking cunt, a need that no toy could satisfy, but I was left to finish off with my dog come soaked fingers. The dog did give me one last licking as I came, but sadly, it was all over.
A day that started as normal ended in me discovering something in me I had never imagined: a lust for the perverted. I have never wanted to be fucked by any other man, but now I have discovered what pleasure a dog can give, and I want more.
This is a true tale of what happened to me, and like I said at the start, I really do consider myself to be a normal sexual person, but now I am not so sure. If you enjoyed reading this, please email me, and I will continue with the rest of the dog’s stay with us.
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Now, two days after the event, I found myself constantly thinking about my perverted sex session and how far I could go with it; I mean, just what could I do with this dog?
After my husband left for his job and the kids were packed off to school, I searched the internet for material about women and dogs. It took me about 30 minutes to find a site (this one), and I was shocked by the amount of animal sex stories here.
So not wasting any time, I began reading, and after about an hour, I was so turned on that my panties were soaking, and my fingers soon found their way into my pussy.
I momentarily took my eyes off the screen to slip out of my panties. I held them in my hands, looked over to the dog sitting in the corner, and thought, “I wonder what he would do with my wet panties?” Throwing them across the living room to the dog, I sat and watched him.
He got up onto his paws and padded over to my discarded garment, lowered his head, and pushed his snout into my panties. You could hear him take a sniff as he began pushing them around the room with his nose.
His tail began to sway. I was sitting there with my legs open wide, watching this dog sniff my drenched panties, and again, my fingers began to tease my now swollen pussy lips. I was very, very wet as I slid two fingers deep into my twitching hole and slid them around so that they were well covered in my cunt juice. I pulled them out of my cunt and slipped them in my mouth, mmmmmm, it tasted divine.
Still sitting with my legs spread with my other hand, I did just what they do in the stories. I patted my pussy to attract the attention of the dog; his ears pricked up, he raised his head, and he wandered over to me without asking. He moved straight into my wet cunt.
Still sucking on my fingers, I stretched out my long legs, opened them as wide as I could and leaned my head back, and let the dog feed on me. It was not very long before I was pleasured with a string of little orgasms, you know, girls, the tiny explosions deep in your pussy that is the prelude to the big earth tremble.
There was no way I was going to let him lick me to final orgasm. I needed something more this time. So reluctantly pushed the dog away, holding his head in my hands. I leaned down, kissed him on the nose, and said, “You’ll have to wait if you want more of that pussy.”
The dog wagged its tail, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth, and he sat before me with a look on his face as if to say, “Please, can I have some more?”
And back to the reading I went; I spent about another hour reading story after story learning what others do with dogs and the best way of trying it, and all the time, my fingers would dip into my pussy to keep it burning.
I had come to the point where I was so dam horny. I just needed sex, and I needed it now. So I turned off the computer, stood up, and walked to the door. I stopped and looked back at the dog. He was sitting there, his tail banging on the floor and acting like the slut I was about to become. I lifted my skirt, exposing my ass, and slapped it. The dog came running over, and his tongue slithered over my skin.
I did not need to take the dog’s collar to get him to follow me he was a willing partner as we walked up the stairs. As I walked, I began discarding my clothing. I looked at the image in my bedroom before the big mirror. I stood topless; my nipples ached to be touched. I slid my hands down my body and lifted the hem of my skirt until I could see my shaven cunt.
I held my skirt up and parted my trembling legs, and again, without asking, the dog to move in for his treat. His long wet tongue slipped effortlessly over my already dripping cunt.
I could not decide whether to look down and watch him or look at the show in the mirror because both were making me more and more horny; I looked down as the dog’s head twisted this way and that for him to lick my cunt and again he swamped me with more mini orgasms.
My legs began to tremble even more, and I knew I would fall if I did not sit down. I pulled away from the dog and quickly stripped of my remaining clothing.
I sat on the edge of our bed and opened my legs for the dog. He needed no asking. He seemed to know what to do, and again, he attacked me with his tongue. I fell back on the bed and just let him take me with his tongue my whole body felt like it was being taken over by pure lust.
It is hard to describe the feeling a woman gets when she is so fucking horny she just needs a good hard fucking or her cunt given a long licking until she erupts into one almighty orgasm. I was at that point laying there enjoying the feel of a dog’s tongue lapping all over my soaking wet cunt, and just when I thought I would never get there, he would drag his rough tongue over my swollen clit, making my whole body shiver and twitch.
As I began to drift into the state of a pre-orgasmic stupor. The dog stopped licking and jumped up, so his front paws were on the bed. He stepped forward so I could feel his fur rub against my wet cunt, and I tried to grind myself on his body.
My thoughts wandered back to when I first saw his big angry red cock, and I knew I had to try. I needed to know if it was possible would he fuck me with his cock. I reached under him and felt for his sheath, and my fingers were greeted with a few inches of sticky wet dog cock. I wrapped my hand around his cock meat and tried to wank him to his full monster size.
I did not need to move my hand at all because his rutting instinct took over, and he started to thrust his hips at my hand it was only about 5 minutes before I had a hand full of hard hot dog cock.
All I had on my mind was getting fucked. I held in my hand this huge cock, and now I wanted it in my cunt. Twisting my wrist, I tried to position him at the mouth of my pussy. He was as horny as I was as he franticly thrust his cock at me.
Now again, only a woman who has experienced sex with a dog will know what a dog is like. Once he starts thrusting his cock. He doesn’t care where it goes as long as he drives it into something warm and wet.
There was no way I could hold on to his cock any longer. He was thrusting his hips at me. His cock slipped from my hand. I could feel the beginnings of his spurting juice splatter against my bum. I tried to move my cunt around in the hope we lined up, but to no avail; he poked at my legs and my ass. He even dug it into my clit hard, and a shot of his liquid sprayed on my belly.
I was frustrated about him not hitting the mark when he found it. With no finesse, he slammed his hard dog cock right into my throbbing cunt, and for a moment, it hurt like hell. I pulled back a little, wondering if I had made a mistake doing this, but after a few minutes, his frantic fucking pain turned to pleasure as I was filled to bursting with this magnificent red dog cock.
I just lay back and let him have me it was the most amazing feeling I have ever felt. It felt so tight as it slipped in and out of my wet cunt. The more he fucked me, the more of his juice flowed from my pussy. I was crying out to come in, desperate to be finished off, as his rough fur rasped over my swollen clit. My orgasm was building fast.
I grabbed my heaving breasts with my hands and started squeezing and twisting my nipples to increase the pleasure. I looked at my dog lover. His mouth was open, and his saliva was dripping on my tits.
Then something grabbed my attention down by my cunt. Something was trying to push it way past my wet cunt lips, something that I did not recognize. It felt huge. Looking over at the mirrors on the bedroom cupboards, I watched the dog slamming his cock into me, and I caught a glimpse of what looked like a big ball by the dog’s cock.
His rampant thrusting became more urgent as I watched this thing grow to about the size of a tennis ball. I could feel it push harder against my wet cunt with each thrust of his cock until he was trying to push it in my cunt.
For a moment, I was overtaken by a sudden feeling of alarm. How was I going to take that? The biggest thing I had used was a cucumber, but this was a huge ball of flesh. I was about to reach down to prevent him from pushing it into me, but he beat me to the punch. When my hand slipped between us, he instinctively knew and forced it in.
Holy fucking Christ, did it hurt? It felt like a huge plug had been rammed in my cunt, and it was being dragged up and down my pussy. I will confess I did cry in pain at first, but the dog did not care. I was stuck with this big lump of dog flesh deep in my cunt, and he still fucked it into me.
After about 5 minutes, the pleasure factor took over, and my mind was dragged back to the need to come. By now, I had let go of all inhibitions. If I was acting like a slut, then a slut I was going to be.
Grasping the dog’s head, I pulled his face and looked at him hard, and snarled, “FUCK ME HARD!!”
Laying under the dog, I was taking over the thrusting motions, so as he thrust at me, I thrust down at him driving his cock and knot deeper up my cunt. I had lost all reason. I wanted to be fucked and fucked hard until I came.
The familiar feeling of oncoming orgasm began to build in my loins, lifting my legs. I began grinding his fur against my clit, moaning out, “Yes! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, make me come! Yes! YES!” I was grabbing handfuls of dog fur, trying to get him to fuck my cunt harder, and with each thrust of this dog cock I grew nearer and nearer to orgasm.
I pulled his head down and dragged his face over my swollen nipples twisting his head to get his wet tongue on my tits. Then, it hit me in one huge wave of perverted sex lust. I was overwhelmed with a shattering orgasm that ripped through my shuddering body, wave after wave of orgasm tore into. My tears were running from my eyes, my legs went rigid, and the dog’s cock was trapped in my hungry cunt as I wallowed in come lust.
I have no idea how long I came; all I knew was that it was fantastic. The dog stood motionless with his cock deep in my pussy (this, I now know, is what happens when the knot is inside).
I lay on my bed, weak, unable to move a muscle as the dog tried to pull himself off me. I could feel his knot being dragged over the inner walls of my well-abused cunt, and with a sloppy plop, it slipped out. I could feel copious amounts of fluid running from my cunt. I lowered my hand to my now very sore pussy to investigate the discharge, and swiping my fingers over my pussy lips, I raised my hand to look at it thinking it might be blood.
My fingers were wet with a dog come, and without thinking, I raised my hand to my mouth to taste our mixed juice.
I lay there just looking at the ceiling with my fingers in my mouth, savoring the fruits of our perverted union. There was no way I would let it stop there; I wanted more. Now I know the pleasure of what I had done. I needed to take full advantage of this dog before he went home, and my evil mind was planning my next sexual assault on the dog.
The End.
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