Beastiality

I am 28 years old and I am one of more then 300.000.000 people on this planet that are sexually interested in animals, and use to have sex with my dog. But first things first…

My brother Kevin (32), my sister Kirsten (29) and I were raised by our grandparents after our parents died in a plane-crash six month after I was born.
Grandpa and Grandma own a small farm with three horses, 14 chicken, two cows and a kennel full of dogs. It is their hobby to breed dogs and so every member of our family owns one of grandpa’s and grandma’s dogs.
When Kevin got to 18 and wanted to leave the farm, to stay on his own feet, grandpa decided to give him a dog, so he has always a friend on his side. A tradition was born…
Kirsten left when she got 18, and she got her dog to take care of him (or maybe he should take care of her).
Finally when I got 21 I left the farm like my siblings before, and like them, I got a dog. A huge Appenzeller (that’s an austrian breed, mostly like the Saint Bernard but only darker in color) – Grandpa told me his name was Rocco and he would always take care of me.
I started my apprenticeship in a bank and was pretty happy. I had found a gorgeous apartment in a small village close to the town I used to work. The neighbours were very nice, and just on the other side of the road lived a single-mom with a 14 years old daughter named Bethany. We became friends even though I was seven years older, and she became something like a little sister to me. She also took Rocco for a walk when I had to work longer. Everything was perfect.
I took some time to arrange my apartment because I had to do everything on my own. One day a Delivery Company brought me a wonderful small carpet that my grandmother had buyed for me (because I was suffering a little from cold feet, especially when I was moving barefeet through the house) and I decided to lay that beautiful (and pretty expensive) carpet in front of my couch.
Rocco seemed to fall in love with that carpet, from that day on, he was laying on this small piece of fabric every day.

How all began (Friday)

One day I came home from work, we have had a pretty hard day and I was very tired. Rocco was standing on his carpet (the expensive one) and had a hard-on (Until today I don’t know why).
I was amazed how big his “best friend” was. Almost 12” long and 1.5 or 2” in diameter. It was glowing in a dark red and had a giant ball (which is called “the knot”) on the end. His gigantic penis was fully out of the furry sheath and I was staring at it, I had never seen such a big cock before.
I just wanted to say “Hello” to Rocco, when I recognised that a liquid substance was dripping from his penis to the expensive carpet (today I know that this liquid is a lubricating fluid).
He was about to ruin this gift. I threw my purse and jacket into the next corner and tried to rout him away, but he didn’t even move a single muscle.
I tried to push him away, but Rocco was to heavy for me, and when a dog of this size decides not to move voluntarily, you only can move it with a forklift.
Like I said earlier, I am working in a bank, and so I am not dressed properly, when I come home from work, to wrestle with a 90 pound dog. In fact I was wearing a simple white blouse, a short black skirt and high-heeled black shoes. I had no chance to move him.
While I tried to move him from the carpet, (that was partially wet at that point) he began to chase his tail and began to turn around and around. He must have thought that I wanted to play with him.
So I had no choise but to grab his huge cock as soft as possible and to try to catch the dropping liquid with my hands.
Of course Rocco stopped moving again, I had his best-friend in my hand… I tried to get a better grip, to maneuver him off the carpet, but Rocco just laid down. What a bummer…
What I didn’t knew at that point was, that dogs, unlike man, are mostly stimulated by pressing or rubbing the knot and not, like human males, the tip of the penis.
As you can surely imagine, he was pretty excited.
So he was laying on the carpet, I was bent over him, his cock or better cock and parts of the knot in my hands. That wrestling-grid-lock took my breath away and I was gasping for air. That moment, Rocco’s fore-paw striked the upper knobs of my blouse and my bra became visible… I would really like to see a photograph of this scene, must be looking pretty strange. J
Anyways… I became angry and didn’t really notice that I still had Rocco’s penis and knot in my hands. In a last useless effort to get him moving I carefully twisted his penis and didn’t notice that the penis-tip was now pointing direct into my face.
All the moving, squeezing and stroking were leading to only one consequence.
Rocco came… He came in four shots of hot, watery dog-sperms. The first shot was a bullseye… Directly into my open mouth, I was scared and closed my mouth, just in time… The second shot hit my face, and the second the hot sperms touched my skin, in a reflex I swallowed the whole cumload that was still in my mouth. The third shot hit my chest and bra, the fourth and finally last one splattered cum all over my lap.
What a picture, a 21 years old upcoming financier was bent over a huge dog, in one cumcovered hand the dogs penis and knot, the blouse open, face, breasts, bra and lap covered with white watery dog-sperms.
But I had no idea of “Oh my god, what am I gonna look like!?” I was terrified that swallowing the dog-semen might infect me with… whatsoever…
I let go of everything, ripped my clothes off and ran totally nude into my bathroom, hung myself over the toilet and tried to puke that dog-semen out of my stomach.
But I couldn’t, not even if I put a finger as deep as possible into my throat. Now I had that strange (but amazingly good) taste on my tounge and my lips, my face was covered with cum, so I stood under the shower and showered myself for nearly two hours. I used three bottles of showergel and two pieces of soap to get myself clean of this stuff.
After cleaning myself and getting some fresh clothes I was wandering through the house and tried to think what I should do.
Rocco, that little bastard, was laying on his carpet, licking his balls, and believe me or not, that scumbag had a giant grin in his slobbery dogface.
Slowly I became hysterical. I took the phone and called my doctor, but before I had managed to press the last number on the phone, I hung up again.
What could I say? “Hello Doc, could you please tell me if humans can get ill when they swallow a whole load of fresh dogsperms?”
That was absurd, and absolutely embarrassing. Just that second, I remembered a friend of mine. Suzanne from Highschool. She was working for a veterinarian, so she must know something. But how to tell her without confess what happened? Okay it was an accident, but would she believe that? I couldn’t imagine that there was one person on this earth that would believe that what happened some hours ago was a simple accident. They’ll think I am a pervert, that I have sex with animals, with my own dog… I felt sick…
The red needle on my clock rotated around the clock-face and showed me that it was around 11p.m.
I could do nothing on that night. I drank a cup of tea with some drops of rum – maybe it was a cup of rum with some drops of tea – and went to bed (locking my door).
The next morning – (Saturday)

I couldn’t sleep that night – the second I closed my eyes the pure terror rushed through my thoughts and when my alarm-clock started to buzz around 9a.m. I was completely exhausted. Somehow I managed to get myself into the kitchen, I gulped down some cups of pretty strong coffee and started to think. I had to call Suzanne, but what to tell her?
It took more then two hours to find a “fitting” story that made it look like an accident (that it was) and I looked up Suzanne’s phonenumber.
I told Suzanne that “ridiculous” story that I had invented and waited for her answer to my question. The question if a human can get a disease by swallowing animal-semen, or dog-sperms in special…
I imagined her smiling or nearly choking on the other side of the phoneline, and suddenly she said: “As far as I know, there is no disease that could be transferred from animal to human by tasting or swallowing body-fluids like sperms.” She sounded very serious and I couldn’t hear laughing or giggling sounds. It seemed to me like she had buyed my story (today I know she did not, in fact she thought I had tried to have sex with my dog but didn’t take his penis fast enough out of reach when he came).
I was glad about that answer and promised to visit her, so we could talk about old times…
Anyways, the moment I hung up the phone, I relaxed. I wouldn’t get a disease (because Rocco was in perfect health) and all I had to do now was to forget about that incident and one day, start laughing about it.

Two weeks later – (Friday)

I came home late that day, I had completely suppressed what had happened two weeks before on that friday evening. I opened the door to my apartment to see what?! Rocco was standing on that damn carpet and had a hard-on? Just like two weeks earlier! First I thought I had a Deja-Vu, but I was wearing different clothes then that Friday two weeks ago, and there was something else. The moment I noticed his huge cock, the enormous knot and the dripping lubricating-fluid from the tip, I felt like my mouth was watering. I had the same taste on my tounge I had that Friday, when Rocco’s cum squirted into my mouth, and I felt a little horny…
“Not this time, buddy.” – I said. I went to the bathroom, took a towel and scared Rocco off that carpet. I rolled it up and stashed it in the cellar.
Rocco looked like he would be a little sad, but he just laid down, licking his genitals and didn’t do anything further.
That evening I watched a film on TV and got tired pretty fast, I fell asleep on the couch. I started dreaming, and I remember that dream very good.
I was on a beach and met this great looking surfer, he was tall and had deep blue eyes… Absolutely great… We talked about something (I don’t remember about what) and somehow we began to kiss. It was getting hotter and hotter… Finally we had sex and I was giving him the blow-job of his life but something didn’t seem right his cock tasted like, something I had tasted earlier (today I’m sure it tasted just like Rocco’s semen). Suddenly a tingeling sensation hit me, starting from my feet upwards. I woke up and saw Rocco. He stood on the other end of the couch and was licking on my feet, it felt good, but I scared him away.
I got up to sit and called him, he obeyed and walked up on me, suddenly he pushed his nose between my thighs and sniffed around. I was shocked and tried to push him away, but like I said earlier, he’s pretty big and strong so it took me two or three hard pushes to get him out of my lap.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” – of course I knew that he couldn’t answer but that question was buzzing through my mind since I had come home.
“I mean first that encounter two weeks ago when you squirted your sperms all over me, another hard-on when I came home today, and now that??? What’s the problem? You wanna f*** some bitch or what?”
Dogs are pretty sensitive, and of course he noticed that I was angry. He turned around, went to his placemat and didn’t look at me anymore. Maybe he was pissed off, I don’t know…

The following week – (Monday)

My vacation started and I finally had time to find out what the problem exactly was. The first thing I did, was to take Rocco for a walk. We went to the Park and I totally exhausted him by throwing sticks and his favourite tennis-ball over 50 times around the whole park (I hoped that making him tired would help dealing with his behaviour).
When he was tired enough I left him home alone and went to the library, to make some studies about sexual behaviour of dogs.
That was the first time I ever heard something about zoophilia and K9 (‘till that day K9 was just the US-Police Dogsquad to me).
The topic fascinated me and I found some very interesting books about zoophilia that I took home with me, I even found some studies about the sexuality of dogs and their behaviour when in “heat”.
It took nearly three days to read the books and studies, and the more I read about it, the more I wanted to know about zoophilia and especially K9. It nearly became an obsession to find out more about it.
Remember that was almost 8 years ago. Internet was just a word, there were no live-stream-videos or hidden websites about that theme. If you wanted to know about it, you had to find the people that were doing it.
Nearly impossible, but fortune was on my side.
One day, when I was in the library again to take back some of the books I had borrowed, luck kicked me into my ass.
I was wandering through the corridors, looking for a special book I had found in the listings, I found it, but not only the book itself. A little piece of paper fell out of it. First I thought it was some kind of bookmark, but it wasn’t. It was the adress of a sex-shop that selled zoophilian-stuff like magazines, toys (like dildoes) and of course videos.
Maybe someone had placed that note for a reason inside that book, so I had to put it back between the sides, but first after I had copied down the whole adress (including phone-number).
I went home, as fast as I could. I was pretty excited and called the shop.
A deep male voice answered my call.
“Sweet Desires Sex Shop? What can I do for you?”
“Uhm… Hello… A friend of mine gave me your number…” – I lied – “he said you were the right adress if I was looking for uhm… for…”
The voice took the advantage.
“Special Merchandise?”
“Yeah, sort of…”
“How special?”
Damnit… How could I tell that voice what I wanted? On the other side, he couldn’t see me… I took a deep breath and answered.
“Zoophilia and K9?”
“Oww… VERY SPECIAL Merchandise… Yeah sure. What do you need?”
“Uhm… Do you have a catalogue or something? Something you can send to me?”
“Sure thing, what’s your adress?”
Luckily I had a P.O.Box… So I told that voice my P.O. Box Number and finally hung up.

Everyday I went to the post-office, I was restless like a child on christmas-eve. Finally on thursday the catalogue arrived. I was driving home, breaking every single speed limit on my path, but I wanted to study that small magazine full of zoophilia and K9 stuff.
At home I got to my bedroom, layed on the bed and started to “analyze” the booklet. There were several magazines posted that were for doglovers, horselovers and many many others. Sextoys like dildoes in different styles (shaped like a dogs penis, horse penis and even dolphin penis). Socks for dogs, so they can’t scrat you when mounting (I had read about men and women that let themselves get mounted by their dogs). There even was a rack that would assist horselovers to get f***** by their stallions… I was very amazed about all of that.
I took a piece of paper and a pencil and noticed the ordering-numbers of some of the magazines (picture magazines that were called “kennel” and “dogs-house”) and ordered them the same day.
Zoophilia and especially K9 had found their way into my consciousness, and there was no way to get them out of there (to be honest, I didn’t even try to get them outta there).

Weeks passing by – (Wednesday)

Days and weeks were passing by and I ordered more and more from the shop, I even subscribed some weekly magazines so I had always some stuff to read (and view the pictures) – I had videos, picture-collections, books, weekly magazines and a monthly magazine called “spermanicas” that was specialized on men and women that were addicted to sperms (no matter if human or animal).
The videos were arousing me and I began to look at Rocco with different eyes. When I masturbated (and I did a lot handwork that days) I used to fantasize about him and his big cock. I recalled that Friday weeks ago. The day his semen squirted all over me, but in my dreams I was not disgusted and shocked about the situation, I enjoyed it.
One day I had enough of dreaming, but I wasn’t ready to enter the “real” world of K9 yet, so I ordered a dog-penis shaped dildo from the sex-shop. I had called that number that often that the male voice (that belonged to a small 5ft 2” guy named Mick) started to recognize me by my voice. I told him he could call me DeeDee (I was called that by my siblings and grandparents when I was younger).
I played around with that rubber-stick for quite a while. I didn’t suck on it, or f***** myself with it, I was just touching and squeezing it, maybe a little licking on the surface…

Another weekend – (Saturday)

I didn’t felt too good. I was restless and unhappy since days. Something was wrong. I was running through the house, trying to keep myself busy. To distract myself seemed the only way not going through the roof.
I took the vacuum-cleaner and cleaned all carpets, whiping all floors, cleaning the windows, washing and ironing all clothes.
After I had stashed all cleaned and ironed clothes in the wardrobe I got back on the corridor and noticed stains of water (it was no water…) on the floor. I followed the line of stains directly to the livingroom and found Rocco infront of the couch. He had a hard-on, lubricating-fluid was dripping from the tip, and believe it or not, it looked bigger and more seductively then ever before (I have really no idea why he sometimes has this “hard-on thing”).
I remembered that Friday month ago when… You know which Friday I am talking about…
I remembered that dog-penis shaped dildo in my nightstand, the magazines, books and videos I had read and watched. I felt intoxicated by staring at his big red cock.
I took a step closer to him, he just watched me… I took another step, he didn’t react. I took a last step and stood beside him. He didn’t move a muscle. I just watched his belly moving with every breath he took, and with every movement of the belly, the long thick red cock wiggeled up and down a little. I felt like it would call me (I know that sounds silly, but that’s what I felt!)… “Come on girl… Touch me…”
I wasn’t dressed too good, just a simple cheap shirt and an old jeans, so if.. No matter…
I got on my knees and reached under him, it was like I had no control of myself. I was touching his cock, I was fondling it and the scent made me just crazy…
Rocco made no effort to stop me or tried to just walk away, he enjoyed it, I was sure of that.
The lubricating-fluid was running down my hand, wrist and arm. I wanted to take a closer look to his huge penis and layed flat on my back, pushing my upper body directly under his belly.
I watched his dick closely and saw how the lubricating-fluid dripped off the tip (and splashed on my shirt) I moved closer and closer till the first drops hit my chin. I opened my mouth and put my tounge out to taste the drops. It was like a small orgasm when the drops hit my tounge. Adrenalin was rushing through my veins and I couldn’t wait anymore.
I didn’t care that I would take a dogs penis into my mouth, I didn’t care that I would be breaking the law (past then I didn’t know that zoophilia isn’t illegal [where I live]) I just wanted to suck on that beautiful dogcock.
I opened my mouth, covered my teeth with my lips (I did not want to hurt him) and just raised my head. Rocco’s big long red cock just slipped into my mouth and I started to suck on it. My tounge whiped around the shaft and the fluids ran down my throat. I swallowed it and sucked harder and harder. I had completely lost my mind (in a positive way). I just let lust take control over my body.
I deepthroated him, taking his shaft into my mouth as deep as possible. I heard Rocco gasping, he had fun like hell. His gasping got faster and faster and I was sure he would cum any moment.
I took some inches of his cock out of my mouth and kept massaging the knot.
The second Rocco was cumming, he was cumming in force. The hot semen just squirted out of his dick, like on that Friday, but this time he came in more then just four shots. It seemed to take no end. I had to swallow while he still came into my mouth.
It was unbelievable and made me cum only seconds later… And all without touching myself or rubbing my clit. He made me cum just by seducing me to suck his cock and swallow his sperms. It was one of the most powerful orgasms I ever had.
After I had cum and Rocco had stopped to cum, I liked his dick clean and tried to get up again, but my body didn’t react. I was exhausted by only one orgasm, it was sensational.
Rocco left me alone and went to his placemat. It took about 15 minutes until I could move again, but I couldn’t walk. My legs felt like rubber and I had to crawl on all fours into the bathroom to clean my face from Rocco’s intoxicating juices.
It was in that moment, when I saw my own face in the mirror, and saw myself covered with dogcum, when I decided that I was a K9-Girl, a Zoophilian – a human being that loves animals and wants to have a sexual relation (or more) to them. I knew that this unbelievable blow-job wouldn’t be the last I had given to my dog.

A new life – (Sunday)

When I woke up the next morning I felt just great. I have had so hottest and craziest sex-dreams imaginable.
I walked down the corridor and got into the kitchen, I enjoyed a cup of hot coffee and it seemed like the world had changed a bit. I began to realize that last night was not just a coincidence, to me it seemed like it was something that I had waited for.
I was absolutely happy and felt like a million bucks… Until the phone rang…
It was my grandma…
“How you’re doin’ hunn..?”
Oh my god… Oh my god… Oh my god… What am I gonna say? I know that there is no reason to tell her about what happened, but I felt like I was caught with my hand in the cookie jar…
“Uhm… I… I’m… I’m fine…”
“Something wrong, dear?”
Damnit… I took a deep breath and tried not to stutter anymore.
“Sorry, I… I had just burned my lips on some hot coffee… That’s all…”
“Oh, poor dear… I just called to ask if you’ll have time to come over here next month, Frank (my grandpa) was elected to president of the dog-breeder-club, and his initiation will be on Saturday, that’s the 14th…”
“Uhm… I don’t know if I can arrange that, but I’ll try my best to come…”
“That’s all I’m asking for. Are you sure you’re alright? You sound a little shook up?”
“I’m fine, thanks.”
“Alright, hope to see you soon. Bye..”
“Bye…”
That was close… I really thought I would lose my nerves… God, what would she think if she’d find out what I had done?
Panic hit me… My family, friends, colleagues, the people on the streets… Oh my goodness… If anyone ever would find out about me, and that I had sucked my own dogs cock (thinking of Rocco’s cock made me shiver) and that I had swallowed his cum and, as if that wouldn’t be bad enough, that I had enjoyed it like hell made me feel sick.
Was it bad? Did I do something wrong? Was I bad? A pervert? I sat on that stupid chair in my kitchen, staring down on the floor and started to think.
I had done a lot of studies about that topic. It was socially despised, alright… Homosexuality was socially despised in some countries too, so what?
I didn’t force Rocco to let me suck his cock (shiver-shiver), if someone was forced to suck, then I was the one (I viciously grinned about that picture in my mind… Rocco “forcing” me to suck his cock, although I had to admit that I felt seduced to do so…).
Rocco walked in, went to his water and food dishes, chowing down his breakfast, I only noticed him from the corner of my eye…
Okay okay… I didn’t felt like I was a criminal or the devil in High-Heels… What about the ethical side? Okay… Humans are made to have sex with other humans… Biological are humans only compatible to humans… But that doesn’t mean that humans and animals can’t connect in sexual things, does it?
Rocco had finished his breakfast, turned around and walked up to me, standing next to my side.
I looked at him, still trapped in my thoughts I started to pet him…
A dogs penis (I tried not to think of Rocco’s cock in that moment to avoid that shivering that always hit’s me when I think about it) is much like a man’s penis. Okay, human males don’t have a knot… And the tip of the penis is different to that of a dog.
The most outstanding difference between a male’s penis and a dogs penis was the bone… A dogs penis has a thin bone inside of it, a man’s penis does not. But the rest is equal. It is designed to penetrate a female (dog or human) deep and quickly to assist the “delivery” of sperms/semen to enable reproduction. (What a cold description for something bringing so much fun…)
I seemed to be in a dead end. At one side, I was aware that what I had done wasn’t what “all the others” were doing. On the other side I had enjoyed sucking Rocco’s huge dick (shiver) so much, that couldn’t be a bad thing.
Suddenly I felt my hand getting warm, like I had touched in hot water. I looked down and saw Rocco’s cock in my hands. I had subconsciously reached under his belly during I was fondling him, and somehow I had taken his cock in my hands.
My body was shivering and I tried to clear my mind from the flashing pictures that raced trough my brains.
I could see myself lying under Rocco, sucking that big cock, the semen squirting all over my face… It was beautiful… I tried to let go of his cock, but I couldn’t. I loved to feel this hard hot red rod that had given me such pleasures last night.
I got on my knees and began stroking Rocco’s “joymachine” faster, bringing my face closer to it…
He began gasping faster and started to howl quietly. He came only seconds later and squirted his cum into my face… It felt just great… Almost as strong as last night… I didn’t suck on it that moment, and I didn’t had to, it felt marvelous…
“Good boy…” – I said and whiped the cum out of my face and went to the bathroom, licking my fingers for every drop of this delicious dog-juice.
I looked in the mirror and found I was looking absolutely pleased and happy.
“Damnit, why do you worry about what someone will say?” – I was talking to myself. – “You’re not telling it to anyone, are you?” – I smiled and noticed Rocco standing inside the door frame. I looked down at him – “If you want to tell someone about it, you’ll have to ask me first, okay?”
And believe it or not, Rocco just barked once, like he would say: “Alright, girl. I’ll ask you first…”

A personal drug? – (Monday)

After I had back my self-confidence I felt much better. I wouldn’t give a damn about what others might think. The chances that someone would find out about my new desire without asking me was close to zero…
But what had happened in the kitchen yesterday had troubled me. I had taken Rocco’s cock into my hands without knowing it. Absolutely subconscious. Alright it was still a novelty to me, being sexually attracted to a dog. But knowing about sexual practices like SM and stuff made sucking a dog-cock pretty harmless.
What really bothered me was that I wasn’t able to stop myself when I had Rocco’s “best-friend” in my hands. The missing ability to control myself when I saw Rocco’s cock was a little frightening, especially when I wanted to join that celebration on Saturday 14th, when my grandfather would be new president of the dog-breeding-club. Every member of that club owned dogs, and some of them would surely bring them to the party. The club-house had a big garden where dogs could play while the club-members were inside chatting, playing cards or doing what ever they were doing there.
My mouth was suddenly dry like the hottest desert… I imagined myself beeing outside in the club-garden sucking the cocks of each and every dogs there, while my family was inside celebrating…
A horny making but although frightening thought. It felt like a personal drug, that made me high by just thinking of it…
I had to get my selfcontrol back! Now! – Nah not now… First I had to get a very cold shower…

Try to resist – (Tuesday)

I tried to figure out how I could teach myself to resist sucking the next best dog-cock offering itself to my throat… I took Rocco for a walk, getting some fresh air would help me clearing my thoughts.
The park was full of children playing soccer, some old folks feeding the pigeons (which is forbidden by law! Damn flying rats) and some people taking their dogs for a walk.
Maybe some ball-throwing action would help me concentrate better, and I threw the ball as far as I could. Rocco is huge, but does obey like no other dog I’ve ever seen, you could show him the juciest steak ever, without my permission he won’t move. But sometimes he’s stubborn like a log. He brought back the ball. Some kids watched us, seemed they had never seen a huge dog like him. Two girls came by.
“Wow, that’s a big dog. What’s it’s name?”
“Rocco.”
“Rocco, huh? Cool. May I pet him?”
“Sure, he’s harmless.”
The two girls started playing with Rocco and I eyed him closely, looking how he would behave. He was the perfect “gentle-dog” no signs of anything but fun playing “get the ball”… I was amazed. Either he have had enough sex or he didn’t like anyone but me.
Next to the lawn where Rocco was catching that stupid ball stood a low bench. I had to sit down and let my thoughts fly a little.
I was thinking what I should cook that evening, when I saw a woman, she must have been in the mid-thirtees, that took a beautiful doberman-male for walk.
The dog’s fur was very dark, I imagined that this was what the cerberus (grecian mythological guard dog of hell) must look like.
Neither the lady nor the dog noticed me, but I watched them carefully, something within the behaviour of the dog had cought my eye.
The lady stopped and started to talk to another lady that was standing close to the childrens-playground next to the open lawns, friends I suppose.
Suddenly the doberman jumped his mistresses leg and started humping it, trying to f*** it…
I nearly started laughing out loud watching that scene. The lady shouted a her dogs and tried to make him stop… I saw the dobermans thin pink cock… And felt nothing… No thought of sexual interaction, no thought of sucking this cock or any other. It was just a funny scene to watch. A doberman trying to f*** it’s mistresses leg.
And suddenly it hit me… I wasn’t attracted to dog-cocks, I was just attracted to MY dogs cock. That was great! I jumped off that bench, and shouted something like: “GREAT!”
I must have said it pretty loud because some people were looking puzzled at me.
I called Rocco and went home.
Late on that evening I was reading a book, sitting on my couch. The fact I realized that I could resist other dog-cocks had made me happy. Now what else could happen to me?
I had found a new level of sexuality that I enjoyed like no other type of sex before. I had my self-confidence back and I wouldn’t give a damn about what others might think.
So what to do? Enjoy what live brings to you…

Party on… – (Friday)

There were only 3 days of my vacation left, and I haven’t had any vacational fun. I had made myself worried about things that were nonsense.
I decided to get some fun, and to go out. That would mean to leave Rocco alone for a while, but that wouldn’t be a problem. I called Bethany, (the girl next door) to look after him around 8p.m. to take him for a walk.
I got dressed and left the house.
The evening was pure fun. A great club, fantastic music. I was dancing my ass off… I met some cool people that invited me to a warehouse-party in the industry-park.
I had never been on a warehouse-party. It was a little weird at first, but after a while the fun came back.
I came home around 5a.m. I was drunk and tired. I nearly fell asleep where I stood, but somehow I managed to get myself into bed. Rocco was sleeping on his placemat in the living-room.

Caught red-handed? – (Saturday)

I woke up at 10a.m. with a terrible headache. The phone had woken me up, it rang quite a while, but I wasn’t fast enough to catch the call. Who ever wanted to speak me had hung up before I reached the phone.
“Aww… Someone give me an aspirin, or a headshot…” – The pain was intense… I walked down the corridor into the kitchen. Got me a glass of water and two or three aspirins. I sneaked into the living-room, sat on the couch and drank that water/aspirin mixture.
Rocco was howling quietly. I had to take him for his morning walk… I couldn’t open my eyes fully and every step made the pain pulsing through my whole body.
I took the phone and called Bethany again.
“Hello?”
“Hey Beth, could you do me a favor and take Rocco for a walk again?”
“Was pretty late last night, huh?”
“A little.”
“Hahaha… Just gimme a sec, I’ll come over to save you…”
“Thanks…”
Bethany came over just two minutes later (I had given her a key, ‘cause she was always taking Rocco for a walk when I had no time).
“You look awful. What happened?” – Bethany grinned at me.
“Never, I repeat, NEVER join a warehouse-party…”
Beth laughed at me – “Poor girl… Take a shower and get some painkillers. Get over it, missy!”
I hated it when she hung out the “disciplined” pathfinder-chick (that she definety not was).
I showed her the glass with water and aspirin.
“One thing at a time, Beth… Painkillers now, then shower…”
She just blinked, and left together with Rocco my apartment.
They would be away for at least one hour, maybe one and a half… That should give me the time the recover.
The aspirin started to work 15 minutes after I had finished the glass. The shower helped the recover to old strengh. I put on my black bathrobe, and started making some breakfast. I went to the living-room to clean the small table that was standing next to my couch.
On the table were some of my magazines about K9. Two times “Kennel” and one “Dogs-House”…
Oh oh… I had read them before I had left yesterday… I did forget to stash them somewhere safe…
Bethany was here yesterday to take Rocco for a walk… And she was here just minutes ago… Did she get a glimpse on the Magazines?
She had a key for my apartment. She would have all time in the world to nose around my belongings… I grabbed the Magazines and ran into my bedroom. I used to hide my K9 stuff in the lowest drawer of my nightstand and in some drawers inside my wardrobe (because the were lockable). My hand grabbed the drawers knob… It was unlocked…

Nervous - (Sunday)

There goes my careful planning… Blown to shit, thanks to my carelessness…
Had Bethany seen any “evidence”? I hated to admit it, but I had absolutely no idea if or if not. She was nearly 15, and not that innocent little angel her mother thought she would be, but she was still a teenager. A young girl on her way to become a beautiful woman one day…
But if she had found out anything, wouldn’t she ask me about it? We were friends, and she did tell me a lot about her life… Things she wouldn’t even tell her own mother… Like that she loved to kiss her best friend Teesha and liked the idea of having sex with a woman.
I remembered that I had been pretty anxious about many things during the last weeks, and that all sorrows were nonsense at last.
Well at least she didn’t say anything when she brought back Rocco yesterday. She didn’t look like she was disgusted or uncomfortable in any way…
I don’t care… If she knows, I’d go to hell. If she doesn’t, everything would be fine. I couldn’t help it if she would know… So what?

I hate Mondays – (Monday)

First day at work again, and it was boring like hell. Only a few customers during my shift, mostly I had just to sit behind my desk, watching the screensaver on my monitor creating miscellaneous designs of dices, orbs and triangels bearing the logo of my employer…
During my lunch break I phoned the dogs-barber, Rocco’s fur had to be cut once in a while, especially when the summer turned out to be that hot like this year.
Britt, the owner of that barber-shop told me she had only one spot left on her calendar, today 7:30p.m.
I agreed and tried the rest of the day not to fall asleep, at least it was cool inside the offices.
I left the bank on 6p.m. exactly and went home. I pulled over my car to the sidewalk and looked for my keys, to open my door, when I heard Bethany calling me.
“Hey, wait up…”
Oh oh… What does she want?
“Can you do me a favor?”
(Sigh) – “Sure, what do you want?”
“Can you suck your dog’s cock, while I’m watching you?”
“WHAT???”
“I asked if my friends and me could make a barbeque in your garden?”
“Uhm… In my garden? When?”
“Wednesday… Please say Yes… Please please please please please please…”
“Alright, alright… I’ll allow it…”
“Oh thanks, you’re the best.” – She fell around my neck and hugged me pretty strong.
Bethany left me and went back to her friends that were waiting on the other side of the street. I only heard: “She allowed it…” – followed by a cheering sound…
I opened the door and got into my rooms.
What the hell just happened??? I had imagined her asking me if I would… Jesus… Seemed that the uncertainty about Bethany knowing something was bothering me more then I would admit.
I changed clothes, took Rocco for a short walk, and then drove to the dogs-barber-shop downtown.
It took more then half an hour to get Rocco’s fur cut so he wouldn’t suffer from upcoming heatwave that meteorologists had announced.
Cutting Rocco’s fur means making his life a lot easier, but it would mean a lot of work for me. I had to brush him to ease the itching that he always had after visiting the barber-shop and that would take at least one hour, maybe more…
Back at home I took Rocco’s fur-brush and started to ease his “pain”, he had kept biting and scratching himself the whole way home.
When I was brushing his flanks my view sometimes slipped to his furry sheath, but Rocco didn’t seem to be interested of having some fun that evening.
Brushing his fur almost took an hour, but he looked fabulous when I was done. He is truly one of the most beautiful dogs I had ever seen. He’s big and strong, only a suicidal burglar would try to break into my apartment when Rocco was with me. When he’s on my side, I feel completely safe and secure.
I stood up and noticed that my clothes were full of dog-hair. So I threw them into the washing-basket and got under the shower.
When I had finished my shower I put on my dearest Sleepshirt (and only a simple white panty). I loved that shirt. It was so soft, in fact it was the softest piece of clothes I had. It was old, the colors were bleached out (it once was babyblue but now merely grey), it had some holes from wearing it over all those years and the writing on the chest (it once said: John Springfield [the Designer I suppose]) was almost completely gone.
I grabbed one of my favorite books (Phantoms by Dean Koontz) from the shelf, laid upside down on my bed and began to read it.
I had just finished the part were the two main-characters were about to find out that all citizens are dead, when Rocco walked inside.
He laid down in front of my bed. I looked down on him.
“Hmm? You lonely?”
He looked up. I got up to sit on the end of the bed. Rocco stood up and began to snuggle himself against my bare legs.
Rocco moved in front of me, pushing his nose against my knees. Of course I knew what that meaned, he wanted me to pet him.
“Yeah, you’re a good one…”
I let my hand run through his fur and felt his body moving with every breath he took. I touched his face and pat him on his fore-head when he slowly pushed his head up between my thighs.
At first I wanted to push him away, but I didn’t. I wanted to see what would happen.
“That’s the second time you take a closer look down there… You like it, huh?”
His nose touched the skin of my inner thighs, it felt wet and cold and made me shiver a little…
It was thrilling to watch his big head moving deeper and deeper into my lap. It was giving me the heebie-jeebies. I could hear the blood rushing through my ears, it felt unbelievable.
Suddenly his cold wet nose hit the fabric of my slip, he had reached one of the most sensitive parts of a womans body. I didn’t dare to breathe.
His tounge slipped out of his mouth and whiped over the fabric. It felt like a thousand needles would pinch me for the split of a second.
Rocco kept liking the fabric of my slip and my hands were about to cling into the sheets. Suddenly he stopped.
“Hey? What’s wrong?” It felt like beeing kicked out of the perfect dream when he stopped.
He howled quietly…
“You’re right… It’s like trying to eat ice-cream that’s still in the wrapping…”
I lifted my ass up and got rid of that slip. I threw it through the bedroom and before it had reached the ground, Rocco was up between my legs again, to restart what he had stopped so abrupt.
I have had sex with a woman back at highschool, where she had licked my cunt, but THIS was totally different.
Rocco’s tounge was long and wide, it wasn’t as wet as I had assumed it to bet. It felt almost dry and a little raspy. His licking got more and more intense. My hands had completely cramped into the sheets. Sucking on his cock was one thing, but this was harder to take…
His tounge almost penetrated my pussy. I couldn’t breathe right and had problems to keep my eyes open. The world began to twist around and I fell back on my elbows. I gasped, tried to breathe, but I couldn’t.
I got knocked out and fell on the sheets.
I woke up around 11p.m. and felt still high on endorphins. I watched down and saw Rocco, he was still licking my totally wet cunt. Jesus, he had licked me more then one hour! Keeping me on that fine thin line that you reach before cumming… It was absolute great…
“Boy, you got stamina… °phew° - let me get up…”
I stood up and got into the bathroom, having problems to walk because my legs felt like rubber again, like on that night when I had sucked Rocco’s cock…
That was another sexual discovery I had made… Could it get any better?

Party-preparations – (Tuesday)

On Tuesday evening, Bethany showed up to tell me what she had in mind for her barbeque and she wanted to give it in my garden instead of her mothers. Of course I was knowing that they wanted to get inside the pool that was in my garden, but I pretended to be surprised.
“So the pool is the reason why, huh?”
“Yes… I hope you’re not mad because I didn’t tell you yesterday?
“Nah, it’s alright. So this is gonna be some kind of pool-party-barbeque?”
“Yupp.”
“How many of you’re friends are going to come?”
“About ten.”
“You got all you need? Drinks, food and stuff?”
“Sure thing…”
“And remember, no alcohol, no drugs and no orgies without my permission!” – I laughed…
“Cross the heart, and hope to die!”
“Alright, looks like you’re all well prepared.”
“Yupp yupp…”
Bethany looked like she still had something to say…
“But? What’s the matter? I can see there is something burning on your tounge, spit it out!”
“Do you have a bikini?”
“Me? Why?”
“Don’t you want to come to the party?”
“Me??? Well… Haven’t thought about that… I’ll have an eye on you brats, maybe I’ll join in…”
“Okay…”
Bethany left around 9:30p.m. and I spend the rest of this evening watching TV.
That would be a party… A bunch of teenager all together high up on hormones, celebrating themselves in my garden and pool. And me watching it… Could be fun…
After what had happened last night, I invited Rocco into my bedroom. I wanted to relive what happened last night.
I got undressed and sat on the bed, spreading my legs, offering myself to my dog. I had been turned on all day but was able to hide it infront of Bethany and all other people I had met (at work, etc.).
I was just horny and wanted him to lick my cunt again, like he had last night.
Rocco seemed to remember the last night as well and began licking my throbbing clit. It felt exactly the same as last night… But this time I was prepared better, I had laid flat on the bed and concentrated to breath to enjoy every second of this fabulous tounge licking me.
His tounge penetrated me and I could feel it flicking around inside of me. The thrilling sensation was back and I came almost instantly. I reached the top of the climax when a second climax hit me…
My fingers ached from clamping them into the mattress and I couldn’t feel my legs anymore… I was just to pass out again when the third orgasm hit me just like lightning out of a cloudless blue sky.
Three in a row… Rocco was truly the best lover I ever had.
Abruptly, while I still tried to calm down from this “three in a row” orgasm, Rocco stopped licking my cunt, but I didn’t really care about it, I was exhausted and still shivering.
Suddenly the bed moved heavily. I was irritated and looked around. It was Rocco shaking the bed! He had tried to jump on me but had missed, and was just about to start another attempt.
JESUS! Rocco tried to mount me… I could see his big red prick fully out of the furry sheath pointing towards my crotch. I hadn’t noticed him in time because I couldn’t feel my legs properly.
“WHOW! ROCCO! STOP IT!”
I tried to turn around and to get out of his reach, but he had managed to jump with his fore-paws onto the bed. I was trapped between his front-legs.
“ROCCO! OUT! QUIT IT!” – I was in panic. – “STOP IT! GET OFF ME!”
His back moved and for a split second it seemed like it would follow the movement of my pelvis to match his penis with my wet cunt.
OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD, I’m gonna be raped by my own dog… I could see Rocco aiming for the final shot… He made a hunch-back, pushed his hips towards me and… missed…
I started screaming, lashing my arms, raising my knees and finally managed it to get Rocco off me.
I threw a pillow to his head and screamed at him.
“NEVER! NEVER DO THAT AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME???”
I was furious and swept him out of my bedroom.
That was too much. Okay I had started it, sucking him and let me get licked by his tounge, but I would never allow him to penetrate me. This should be the only thing I would only allow a HUMAN male to do…
I closed the door and locked it. I tried not to think about what might had happened when I hadn’t managed to get him off me… Yikes…

The Poolparty-BBQ-Thing – (Wednesday)

On Wednesdays the bank closes around noon, so I had the rest of the day for myself, and the party.
Rocco that little “Wannabe-Rapist” tried to stay out of my eyes, I was still pretty mad at him. Of course I knew that he wasn’t to blame for the attempt, but for not obeying my orders!
Bethany arrived at 3p.m. with a puzzled face.
“What was going on last night? Mom said you were screaming like hell? She was just about to call the police…”
Oh oh…
“Uhm… That… Uhh… That was because of Rocco…”
“What happened?”
“Uhm… He nearly has bitten me when… Uhm.. When I had tried to look at his teeth, he sometimes has problems with dental calculus.”
Bethany raised her left eyebrow and looked even more puzzled then before.
“And you had to check it that late?”
“Uhm… I wanted to do it earlier, but I had forgotten about it…”
“Well next time you should pass a note to your neighbours when doing that again. Mom was really worried.”
“I’ll keep it in mind…”
I tried to smile, to relax the situation, but it didn’t work, either because of my bad smile, or because she didn’t believe a single word.
Anyways, we had to start preparations for the party, Bethany’s friends would arrive between 5 and 6p.m.
We took the barbecue-grill out of the cellar, prepared the burger, bun’s, sauces, salad and stashed the drinks somewhere cold.
Bethany’s friends arrived all at once. All thanked my for allowing them to party in my garden. I was hugged and kissed on the cheeks, I even felt a single hand pinch my bottom.
I laid down on a sunlounger and watched the teeny-bunch plashing around in the pool. Bethany introduced her best friend Teesha to me, and I could understand why she loved to kiss that girl, she was just gorgeous.
I heard one of the teens asking: “Hey B. (Bethany’s nick) where’s that big dog you’re always taking for a walk?”
“In prison, last night he tried to bite the hand that feeds him…” – Bethany looked towards me.
“Come on, let him out here… I’ll bet he’ll behave properly…”
“Okay… But if he just blinks, he’ll face solitary confinement for the rest of the day!”
I got up and took Rocco outside.
He behaved excellent, they lured him into the water, chased him through the garden and fed him like he wouldn’t get anything to eat from me.
“Hey hey hey… Stop feeding him… He’ll get too fat!”
After a while, Rocco had enough of chasing, bathing and feeding. He walked up to me, and laid into the shadows.
“You’re done, huh?” – I asked him, but he didn’t answer… He was really done…
The evening began and I have had enough sunbathing and watching teenagers threwing eachother into the pool.
“Beth, do you think you can keep control of your friends? I think I’m gonna go inside…”
“Sure…”
“If anything…”
“Alright… If anything happens I’ll call you.”
“Okay.”
I went inside, Rocco was following me. I got into my bedroom and locked the door (to avoid someone falling through the door while I’m changing clothes…). Rocco laid infront of the bed.
I walked into my bathroom brushed my hairs, took of that bikini and changed into something more casual.
I fell on the bed and stared at the ceiling. The sun must have burned down my energy-reserve, I felt tired…
I let my arms dangle off the bed and felt Rocco’s fur.
I turned around, crawled closer to the edge of the bed. Rocco had turned on his back, stretching all his legs away.
I crawled his belly.
“I’ve been a little mean to you, huh? I’m sorry…” – I smiled at him – “Can you forgive me?”
He didn’t move, he enjoyed my crawling just too much.
During I was crawling his belly, I saw his sheath wiggling, the penis tip poked out.
“Rocco…”
I remembered last night… I didn’t gave him the chance to cum… He had licked me twice, had made me cum three times in a row, and when he had tried to release the pressure inside his balls, I had stopped him…
Could I dare? Would I dare? The door was locked… And the thought sucking Rocco’s cock, while that bunch of teenagers was out the, did provide a special attraction…
I got up, sneaked to the door, pressing my ear to it. It sounded like they would have a lot of fun outside…
Or sneaked back to Rocco, bent down and started to massage his balls and sheath softly…
The tip of his penis poked out more and more… When it was out half the way, I just opened my mouth and sucked it out the rest of the way…
The thrilling feeling gave me the shivers… It felt great to have Rocco’s delicious cock in my mouth again. I kept massaging the knot and sucked like hell… I loved to feel his cock in my mouth.
It took it out and kissed tip, let my tounge flick around it. Licking the shaft up and down.
I sucked on the knot, I almost lost control again, this was maniacally… Just great…
Rocco started to whimper and I knew he would cum any second. I took his long cock in my mouth again, pushed it as deep as I could into my throat and sucked it as hard as I could.
Rocco was cummin’ pretty hard. His hot semen filled my mouth in seconds, squirting out of it. I tried to swallow them like I had done before, but there was just too much of it. I could swallow some parts of it, but some drops must’ve reached into my trachea and I started choking.
Dog semen ran out of my mouth and covered my lips and Rocco’s belly. I got up and walked into the bathroom. I hung over the washstand and tried to breathe normally when it knocked on my door.
“Denisé? Do you have a plaster? Jen cut herself accidently with a knife…”
f***! What am I gonna do? My face was blushing red and covered with dog-cum. I splashed some water into my face, whiped myself clean with a towel, grabbed the toothbrush and put it into my mouth. I opened the medicine chest behind the mirror and grabbed the box with plaster.
I opened the door, pretending that I was brushing my teeth, still having that dog-cum taste on my lips and tounge.
“Here… Is she hurt bad?”
“Nah, just a scratch… What took you so long???”
“Uhm… I had to get me a shirt first…”
Bethany giggled… “Ahh, that’s why you’re so blushing red in the face, huh?”
I tried to grin at her, but I couldn’t. She took the box with plaster and left. I closed the door, sat on the corner of the bed and looked at Rocco. He was licking his belly and dick clean of his own semen.
“That was close, boy… Too close…”

Week of sin – (Monday)

The following week (after that Pool-BBQ-Party) was full of sin. I just couldn’t let my hands off Rocco, and I’m pretty sure he felt the same way. We enjoyed eachother every day. The situation was totally out of control.
I had several relationships when I was younger, and sex was always one of the most important foundations that I needed in every form of relationsship. But I had never, really never ever, so much sex like I had since I had discovered that I am sexually attracted to animals or dogs in special.
I liked sucking on Rocco’s big cock (even though I started to think that I was abusing him for my pleasure) and I loved it when Rocco’s tounge made me cum and cum again…

Secrets, Secrets – (Tuesday)

Keeping a secret is fun. It makes you feel a little superior to other people. You’re the only person to know something special, you and only you… Fantastic…
But one bad thing about secrets is, the longer you try to keep them secret, the more they try to break out.
And that is equal with every secret but especially with secrets about your sexlife and it doesn’t matter if you’re just a “part-time” whore to make some cash, or if you’re a K9-Girl on the beginning of your dark-desire.
Some weeks have passed since I started my life as a K9-Girl and enjoyed the pleasures Rocco’s dick and tounge were giving me. But now, that this sexual greed had taken control over me, I wanted to share my experiences with other K9 Lovers.
But that was harder then I thought. You can’t just go to the next night-club and talk about your K9 experiences to strangers.
The most of ‘em would run away screaming, or worse…
Remember, this all happened around 1998… Long time ago… No Internet… So what to do?
If you wanted to meet K9 people, you’ll have to find them by yourself.
So I placed an ad in several K9-magazines.
The response was massive, but mostly guys looking for chicks that were just curious, girls they could teach into K9.
I didn’t need any lessons in K9, I was fine with what I knew.
Only three letters I got seemed acceptable. One from the wife of a dog-breeder (which had no clue that his wife enjoyed the cocks of their dogs more then her husbands cock), another from a farmer and his wife, that were not only into K9 but even though into horses. These two were producing their own movies and wrote to me, that they were into this over 30 years.
The last letter I got, came from a young veterinarian named Carmen that lived in Canada.
I replied to all of them, but Carmen fascinated me the most. She had discovered that she was zoophile during her work!
We became pen-pals and started to write eachother every week. I told her about how I discovered my passion for K9, that one day Rocco just squirted his semen into my face and this incident (that was a simple accident if you like to remember) lead me into this matter.
Carmen one day told me about how exactly she had found out about her addiction to dogs.
One day she had to examine the cicatrice of a rottweiler-hound that have had an operation on the belly month ago (some kind of final examination to look if everything healed properly).
She was alone with the dog, and just did her work, she examined the scar and made her notes when she noticed that the penis-tip poked out of the sheath.
Carmen looked at it and felt “dizzy” (that’s what she said…). She touched it carefully and after a short while it poked out fully.
She began to stroke it softly and the dizzy feeling made her legs feel like rubber (I know that feeling). Carmen just couldn’t stop stroking that pink dog-cock, she felt like in trance (I know this feeling too). Suddenly the dog was cumming onto her arm.
She felt a little scared, but even though turned on. She noticed the warm copper like odour that the dog-semen were giving off. She dipped her fingers into the hot watery substance and sniffed on it.
Carmen liked the aroma, so the last thing she could do was tasting the dog-sperms.
I couldn’t believe it, when I read this…
She was addicted to dog-semen just like I was.
After this “event” she had started just like I had. Reading about it buying some stuff and finally: learning by doing.
Carmen told me that she liked oral-pleasures (like I did) and that she did get mounted once in a while. Her explanations about how she used to have sex with her dog “Scoggs” (a beautiful black doberman) were so detailed and well written, that it drove me crazy.
But still the thought of getting mounted, and that Rocco’s huge red cock would peentrate me, made me feel queasy.
Carmen asked me if I would mind visiting her during my next vacation. An invitation that I couldn’t reject.

Melany, the dog-breeders wife – (Sunday)

Like I said earlier, Carmen was not the only person that wrote to me. One other person was Melany. She was 44 years old, and looked like my sports-teacher Miss Apelt (that tried to instruct me how to play basketball during 5th and 6th grade, I can’t play basketball until today)
Her husband was a passionate dog-breeder (breeding german and white shepherds). He was not interested in sexual things, so Melany had to think about an alternative.
First she had some affairs, but she always felt guilty about betraying her husband with other man.
An unbelievable coincidence brought K9 into her grasp.
One day, while her husband was away on an extendend business-trip, a young woman arrived on Melany’s home. She wanted to buy a white shepherd dog, only a male…
Unfortunaltely there were only three male white shepherds inside the kennel, and all of them were booked by other people.
The woman was unhappy about this, and offered a lot of money just to get one of the white shepherd-males, but Melany had to reject that offer.
The woman wanted to leave the kennel, but Melany, the lonely person she was, asked that woman if she didn’t want to stay for a coffee…
So the two woman got into the garden and started to chat.
The woman told Melany her name was Clarissa and the two talked about almost everything. Somehow it seemed they would have something in common and they just liked eachother.
Melany started to talk about her bad marrige, and somehow she told Clarissa about her husband, and that he wasn’t into sex very much.
Clarissa just laughed and asked why Melany didn’t just take the next possible opportunity to please her hunger for sex.
Melany told her about the affairs she had, and about the feeling of guilt that she always had felt after having sex with another man.
Again Clarissa just laughed. She told her that she have had the same problems in the past, but that she had found another way to keep her sexlife up and running.
Clarissa told Melany about her K9 experiences, and instead of being shocked, Melany was listening carefully.
The two women became good friends and some day, Melany just made the last step, guided by her best friend Clarissa, and became a K9-Slut (that’s what she called herself).

Ill and tired – (Friday)

The weekend was upon my doorstep, and I was ill. I had catched myself a cold and felt like I was dying. I had a temperature and was sweating like staying in the middle of a desert in pure sunlight.
I was coughing and sneezing, and couldn’t breathe very good. I had a headache and just felt like run over by a truck.
Bethany had promised to me, that she would take care of Rocco, and get him for a walk as long as I couldn’t do it.
So I was sneaking around the house, trying not to think about how bad I felt.
I had grabbed a book and went back to my bedroom, just wearing my dearest sleepshirt (the once baby-blue John Springfield Shirt, remember?) and nothing else (every piece of clothes that I had tried to wear, made me feel like I would melt down, so I just wore that simple shirt).
When I laid down on my bed, I noticed that my bottle with mineral-water was nearly empty. So I got up again and went back into kitchen.
I opened the refrigerator when I heard my apartmentdoor opening. I could only be Bethany bringing Rocco back. I just heard her yelling:
“Denisé? I’m bringing Rocco back, I’ll take him for his last walk around 9p.m. – but now I am in a hurry… Bye.” – and she smashed the door into the frame.
I got back into my bedroom and saw Rocco sitting on his placemat in the living room. He was gasping pretty hard, seemed that Bethany had not took him for a walk, but merely a run… He looked pretty tired.
I laid on my bed and started to read my book.
After the fifth chapter I felt fatigue and stopped reading. It didn’t take long till I fell asleep.

Son of a… - (Friday Night)

I woke up again around 11p.m. – I could breathe properly again, but the headache was still torturing me.
I opened the drawer of my nightstand and searched for my last pill of aspirin. I tried to open the small bottle, but it just slipped out of my hand and rolled under the bed.
“Damnit…”
I got up and crawled under the bed. Unfortunalety my bed is very close to the ground, so I couldn’t crawl completely under it, and that stupid bottle was just far away enough to stay out of my reach.
I raised my knees a little, to push my upper-body deeper under the bed and I almost reached the aspirin-bottle.
Raising my knees had a unwanted side-effect. The moment I had raised them, my sleepshirt slipped upwards and was now snatched up under my armpits.
I felt a little cold, but I had to get that damn bottle…
Suddenly I felt something wet and cold pushing against my cunt. I looked behind me (as far as I could) and saw Rocco’s paws on the carpet.
“Hey you! Leave me alone… This is not the right time for sex…”
He didn’t care and licked over my slit and buttocks. I shivered – “Go awa… Gosh… Go..”
Rocco kept licking me and I couldn’t move properly. My face hit the ground and I started to salivate…
He had never licked me that hard… I had to hold my breath trying not to scream in passion. When I had Rocco licking me, I was always on my back, so I could watch him, I had never allowed him to lick me from behind…
The bad thing about this situation was, that I couldn’t move because my sleepshirt was hooked somewhere in the slatted frame. The good thing about it was, that my headache was completely gone.
I felt another stroke of Rocco’s magnificent tounge and nearly came. That was what I loved most about getting my cunt licked by Rocco. He was able to keep me on that thin line before cumming. I loved being there…
“Oh Roc.. Rocco… °sigh° This.. is… awesome…”
Another long and deep stroke made me cum like hell… What a scene… I was stuck under my bed, and my dog was licking my cunt passionately…
I tried to recover from that heavy orgasm, when I noticed that Rocco had stopped licking.
Something was wrong, I could feel it… Suddenly a flashback hit me… I remembered that Tuesday some weeks ago, when Rocco had tried to mount me… I had managed to escape, but just barely, and this time I was stuck…
“Oh please god… Don’t let him…” – too late…
I suddenly felt Rocco’s weight on my hips, his paws grabbing me. I looked behind me and could see Rocco’s big cock, it looked bigger then ever before…
“NO! GET OFF ME! MOVE!”
I tried to move, but I couldn’t I was totally stuck… I tried to rear up, but there was at least one inch or less.
I looked behind again, and saw Rocco aiming for my cunt, he made a hunch-back and pushed his hips against mine, but he missed.
He aimed again and again, but always missed.
But sooner or later he would hit, I had to do something. So I spreaded my legs a little more, to give me the space to lower my upper-body a little more.
That was the mistake Rocco had waited for.
Spreading my legs lowered my hips about one inch, and that was the missing inch…
Rocco aimed again, pushed his back forward and thrusted his huge cock into me.
“AWWW… WHA… YOU SON OF A…”
He pulled it out a little, and pushed again. I could feel his knot smacking against my labia.
When he had pushed his cock the third time into my cunt (that was becoming pretty wet during his humping) he increased his speed.
I couldn’t do anything, just trying not to scream when I felt his cock pushing against my cervix.
Slowly I became aroused and started to enjoy his cock filling my wet cunt.
I couldn’t say anything but: “Good boy… Good boy… Ohh yeah….” – I was gasping and began to match his thrusts by thrusting my hips against his.
I did cum with no warning… Just like a switch that is turned to on… It hit me like lightning out of a cloudless blue sky.
Rocco kept thrusting his big cock into me, and made me cum again…
He made me cum 5 times! In a row! Absolutely unbelievable.
Then I felt his paws scratching my skin when he pushed his hips against mine and stopped. He was cumming inside of me… I could feel the hot dog-sperms filling my womb.
I felt the semen pouring out of me, running down my legs…
Rocco pulled his cock out of me, and began licking me again… He cleaned up the mess he had made and I was cumming again…
“Stop it… Please… I can’t stand this anymore…”
I felt his tounge thrusting into my with dog-semen filled cunt and lost consciousness.

K9-Slut – (Saturday)

I regained consciousness on Saturday morning. I was still trapped under the bed, but after tearing apart my dearest sleepshirt I managed to get myself out of that trap.
Rocco was sleeping next to me. I got into the shower and cleaned myself from dried dog-semen and dog-saliva.
After I had finished my shower I got back to my bedroom. Rocco had woken up and looked up to me. He looked a little frightened, like knowing that he had made a big mistake…
I did pet him on the head…
“You’re a good one… Son of a bitch…” – I laughed… Son of a bitch wouldn’t be a defamation for a dog…
I felt great and sat on the bed. I was definitely a K9-Slut… Rocco’s little bitch… I was sure that I would do all this again.

Being a K9-Slut isn’t as bad as someone would think… In fact, I love it…

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