man and dog sex
I have actually posted this in another section, but with not much response. I thought I might re-post it here and see how it goes before I continue. It is actually true with slight artistic embelishment.I have this fantasy, for a while now, of innocently yet with purpose, transforming my wife into a dog slut. The following is actually true, it is only the ending that becomes fanatasy….Let me tell you about her. She is quite clever, witty and cunning at times. A joy to spend time with, attentive, loyal and loving. Other times she can be a real bitch, self-centred and selfish….I guess that sums up most women. With her dark golden blonde hair just caressing the top of her firm arse cheeks, straight but with a hint of curl at times, the picture becomes more complete when viewed together with her full, tear drop 32DD breasts. Milky white, with edable nipples, au natural and wonderully set off with any top she wears. Knowing her best asset well, she has over the years become a master at exploiting them. Together with her long slender legs that seem to go forever until they reach her well groomed mound she turns heads wherever she goes. There are things about a natural blonde that can only fully be appreciated by those in the know. Her lips are full, pouting, her nose slightly angular with a hint of a chisled feel and dark eyebrows giving her a distinct french/spanish look even though she is of anglo saxon background. The voice that accompanies her personality is musical, firm, yet at times child like whenever she lets the princess within escape. It is this woman that I wish to see impaled on the end of a rather large, throbing dog cock.Her attention to our neighbours dog is what gave root to my fantasy. The way she plays with him, throwing the saliva covered ball away from him so he runs after it like the obedient lad that he is. Her constant rubbing of his neck, ears and stomach, feeling the silky fur glide through her fingertips, followed by her ever so silent gasp as the result of her administrations are made apparent. I had to giggle when she first was aware of the growing weapon between his legs, the look on her face when she noticed the pinkness of his cock start to peek out from between his sheath. The look of concern as it started to get bigger. Yet did she stop rubbing his stomach? Not a chance. It was only when his cock started to nearly touch her arm that she pulled away with an awkward laugh, followed by an unconvincing reprimand.Sometime later when I brought up the topic of her “adventure”, she was quick to dismiss it. I ventured so far as to suggest it turned me on, and a part of me…the dark evil part….had wanted her to touch it. She gave me a confused look, like she hadn’t heard me correctly. I strenghtened my position by announcing that there were a thousand web sites that catered for that kind of thing. She wanted to see, not believing such nonsense, but after a few minutes cruising the web, she was quiet taken back by the depravity of it all. I quickly backpeddled, covering my tracks by agreeing with her, yet dropping inuendos whenever possible. It was the twinkle in her eye that gave me hope.Sometime later I got the courage to purchase online an addition to our dildo collection. I bought a dog shaped penis, saying quite innocently that it looked wierd and it might give her a different feeling. She was non the wiser and readily accepted our new toy into our love sessions. I still vividly remember the first time I brought it out, and had her seductivly spread her legs while on all fours. She loves to be f this way, and often I fantasize that a dog is doing it rather than me. With the rubber dog cock, the picture became even more vivid, especially as she was thrusting back on it, taking it fully, she whispered that she knew what it was, a dog penis shaped dildo, and if I was thinking about it being the neighbours dog cock instead. I couldn’t lie, and said that I was pretending it was the neighbours dog thrusting into her. It was then that she orgasmed hard, one of those gut renching long drawn out ones that keep her rigid in position until the waves of pleasure subside enough for her to comfortably move.I knew not to ruin the situation by pressing her on anything to do with the dog. I let it be, marinating in the knowledge that a huge breach had been traversed. A first step, and in my case, bigger than anything Armstrong managed. It was at this time that I started to formulate a possible strategy for my ultimate selfish goal. To make my darling wife a dog slut.To be continued….that is if anyone wishes itThe Horst
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How is it that once a man decides on something, he will move heaven and earth to get to his goal? Nothing will stand in his way, obstacles become a distraction, the bizzare becomes normal and things that once were sheer fantasy become a reality…..And so it was with my fantasy, the fact that what I was dreaming about, was wanting and willing to happen with my every breath was complete depravity for my darling wife. To see her become the tool for my selfish sexual deprevation was my focus, but how to do it without loosing all? I felt like the gambler putting everything on the one throw of the dice knowing disaster was only a slip away. How was I going to direct her in the starring role of my minds performance?I knew that she was aware that I had a dirty little fantasy to do with the neighbours dog. After a few sessions with the dog dildo, she got quite into it, even barking at one stage which I quickly put an end to. I didn’t want her to be the dog, that was not appealing to me. She became quite brazen about it, teasing me whenever we saw the beast running around in the back yard next door. I believe she thought it was only a passing fad for me, like many others, and that if she humoured me with it, I would soon move onto some other sexual flavour of the month. Little did she know…….It was when our neighbour had to go interstate for the week that a chance manifested itself. In the past the neighbour had asked us to look after her pets, a cat and the dog whenever she was away, and would reciprocate with our cat when we were gone. I couldn’t contain myself when my wife mentioned to me between bites of her morning breakfast that she would be looking after the neighbours pets for the week and would I help her with walking the dog like I did the last time. It was all quite innocent, but over the next couple of days until our neighbour was leaving, I pumped my manhood feverishly trying to visualize various dirty scenarios. Deep down I knew nothing would really happen, I mean, to think that my wife would actually do anything which would involve an animal sexually was complete idiocy. How would I create a situation that I would be able to engage her in without a divorce pending? The reality is often sobering.Still, I lived in hope. The night before our neighbour left, my wife went over to go through the list of little things to take care of as women are want to do. Water the plants, air out the rooms, feed the animals and so forth. When she got back, it was already late, and we headed off to bed as was our nightly routine, and go to sleep while some mindless tv program is playing in the background. This time though as I reached for the remote, she stopped me, saying she felt like a back rub, which is her way of saying she wants some. I rubbed her back some, tickling her spine, gently soothing her slim neck with my index fingers and thumbs while whispering how good she looked into her ear. Oh yes guys, this sort of administration does actually work, believe me In no time we were in a tangle of lust, my engorged cock vigirously pushing the lips of her pussy apart to drive deep into her. We were both nearing orgasm, when she did something that surprised me completely, and under normal circumstances would have ruined the moment for me. She asked me to stop.What really caught me off guard was the fact she asked me to use the dog cock dildo on her. Up until now, it was always me that had instigated this little fetish, but tonight she asked for it to be used on her. I quickly grabbed it from my bedside draw and started to gently tease her opening with it while she was lying on her back, legs spread apart and giving me an unsure smile. What was going through her mind I thought? I started to push the tip into her wet vagina, watching as the her outer lips started to wrap around the plastic shaft. For the second time she asked me to stop, saying in an unsure voice that she would rather I use it on her while she was on all fours………like a bitch. Well, you could have knocked me over with a feather at this point The look she gave me was one of complete distress, like she had just said the most stupid thing in the world, and I knew from past experiences that it was a look that needed reasurance from me. I told her to roll over, to spread her lets wide, and that she was wonderful and not to feel ashamed that she was getting into the role of my fantasy for me more. I used the tact that I understood that she was doing this to maybe please me at which she quickly agreed, a little to quick to sound completely genuine. She was now propped up on her elbows, head slightly resting on the pillow, her full breasts swaying heavily, with her legs bent wide apart giving me a wonderous view of her open pussy. I was mesmerised by how wet she was even knowing we had just nearly orgasmed moments before. I know that if she doesn’t orgasm soon in our lovemaking, her pussy tends to dry up, yet looking at it now, it was dripping honey like some young virgin slut. Talking to her gently, I probed her mind just as I was starting to probe her slit with the end of the dog dildo. Was she enjoying the shape of it? “Yes” she answered…. a little breathlessly. I pushed it into her a little further, pulling back as she started to thrust back on it and asked her, if she like the girth of it, did it fill her up? “Oh yes” was her subdued reply. I pushed it in even further, letting her slide her pussy along the shaft and alowing her to administer herself along the length of the plastic dog shaped cock I was holding in my hands. To view her lips grabbing at the shaft, slick with her arousal was truly intoxicating. As her breathing became laboured and I knew she was approaching an orgasm, I asked her my final question……..are you pretending the neighbours dog is fucking you? “f yessssss” she hissed at me, pushing back hard onto the latex pleasure pole, while I thrust the full length into her at the same time until it hit was nearly all the way in. Her orgasm was hard, violent, like nothing I had ever seen her do before. I spoke to her as she cum, saying how I wished it was a real dog cock and not just a fake one that was pounding her……how I wished I could see the dog sperm running out of her swollen cunt. She orgasmed again violently, again something I have never seen her do before and cried out whimpering for me to stop. I gently pulled the dildo from her pussy with an audible plop, the lips releasing their vice like suction with some misgiving. She collapsed onto the bed, noticably spent after two insatiable cums one on top of the other and curled up asking to be held. I knew she was going through a guilt trip, and proceeded to stroke her hair, holding her saying it was alright, that it was just a powerful sexual vision and nothing else, that she had reacted to the thought of fantasizing about a taboo subject, regardless of what it may have been. This seemed to calm her down a bit, but she did express a little anxiety at having to look after the neighbours pets after our sexual incident. I told her that if she was unsure, I would go over and do what was needed. As she lay there starting to fall asleep, I thought about what had just transpired, the full effect of it hitting home to me. It didn’t even bother me that I had not cum, knowing that the vision of what I had just seen would fuel many a tug.Another chapter had opened in my fantasy, one that I would have to play very carefully with as my wife was on a knifes edge with her mental ability to deal with the reality that she had cum fantasizing about being f by a dog. The next few days would be critical and if I said the wrong thing, or made her feel dirty and cheapen the experience we had, I would soon shelve the whole depraved idea for good. I would have to tread very carefully, yet one thing I did not have was a lot of time. My neighbour would be away for a week and then that window of opportunity would close for however long.Still, tomorrow is another day, and I was already plotting my next move…….Continue???The Horst
Comment by Horstwessel66 — 23, 2005 @ 11:38 pm
Please feel free to reply, feedback is always appreciated and welcomed. This is my first story ever, based on fact so I would like to know how I am going.The Horst
Comment by Horstwessel66 — 23, 2005 @ 11:39 pm
your doing a great job if this is your first. i love the described size and shape of your wife. i have a wife very simialr and would love to see her with a dog. Keep up the good work
Comment by bumscum — 24, 2005 @ 1:09 am
Great Job, I feel like I am there.
Comment by nodbp — 24, 2005 @ 4:23 am
Mate,Great story - yes an actual story with a story line …Not the usual wham bang thank you ma’m …Keep it going … please …Catcha
Comment by neverumind — 24, 2005 @ 5:08 am
Great story enjoyed reading it.
Comment by hilltopper — 24, 2005 @ 6:20 am
I woke with some misgivings about the week ahead. Had I blown any chance of making my fantasy a reality? Also, doubts starting creeping into my subconscious, causing me to question my motives. Did I “really” want to see my wife become the sex object of a beast? The more I started to think about it as I lay in bed, the more I came to realise that I had to get a grip on reality and let this whole fantasy farce go. Time to wake up and smell the roses…..My wife had already woken and was bustling in the kitchen. When I went downstairs, I greeted her as cheerfully as possible, trying to hide my inner turmoil and guilt at what I had been trying to put her through. I thought of ways to start telling her that I was over the whole dog thing and that she could relax. As I watched her sit in her favorite chair, delicately nibbling on her morning cereal, her blonde locks hanging slightly over her face, I looked at the woman of my dreams. She seemed quite innocent, the princess within was out today, and that boded well for a relaxing afternoon. I shelved talking to her waiting for a better time, not wanting to spoil her seemingly good mood. As I greeted her with a “good morning”, she casually looked up at me and gave me one of those heavy lidded smiles, the eyes reflecting the love she held for me. Hmmm, this was certainly going to be the start of a good dayI made myself some breakfast, and we ate in relative silence, not the uncomfortable kind, rather the self assurance between two people that have known each other for many years, comfortable in each others company without the need for idle usless chatter. Once finished, I started for the door to go to the neighbours house to look after her pets. My wife asked where I was going, to which I replied that I was going to feed the dog and cat like I said I would the previous night.”Oh, don’t bother hon, I have already taken care of that, you might want to walk him later on though, you know how he gets when he is inside all day”.I looked at her face intently, trying to garnish any information from her response.”What about last night, I thought you were over the whole thing, I don’t want you feeling uncomfortable about any of this and would rather drop the whole thing than have anything come between us”.”Don’t be silly hon, that was last night and I was just being a bit foolish, anyway…..all said and done, I did rather enjoy it as you probably noticed……”she said with one of her cheeky don’t you dare answer smiles.”So you are alright then?” I asked back.”Yes hon, I’m fine”.I guess that was that and left it at that. The rest of the day, being a weekend, was spent our usual way. Lunch at our local, followed by a bit of shopping, a walk along the beach and then back home in the afternoon. I decided to spend some time in the garden doing some trimming, while my wife decided to catch some rays on the sunlounge. She came out in her bikini, nothing flash, one of her old ones that she wore when we were alone, a strictly for suntaning bikini. Often she would take her top off, as she did today and give me a distraction from my gardening. I loved the way that at the age of 39, she still managed to have firm breats. Perhaps the fact that she had never had children was to blame, but either way, I wasn’t. Her nipples always go rock hard in the sun, and she is a professed sun worshipper, always gets rather horny after a good bake, so I was living in hope of perhaps sampling some of the wares on offer to me.It was during my daydream that the neighbours dog started barking. He had rummaged around in the backyard being left to his own devices, and under normal circumstances, is definately a creature that needs company. He had heard me in the backyard, and was pacing the fence on the other side, occasionaly jumping on his hind legs to try and get a view over the fence. I berated him for the noise he was making, but my wife looked up and told me to go easy, he was just lonely and wanted company. She started to get up, put her bikini top on and grab her towel and make a move. I asked her where she was going, to which she replied”next door to keep him company, we can’t have him in here, and he isn’t going to let up until someone stays with him”I knew the logic in this, we had a very dog unfriendly environment in our backyard, and the last time he managed to get over he caused a lot of carnage in a little amount of time.”ok, well, I’ll come with you” I said”no need hon, I’m just going to being doing what I was here. If I need anything I will give you a yell”.That was fine with me as I did have to finish the chores in the garden and sitting over there doing nothing was not really my ideal way to end an afternoon. At this point I never even twigged, nothing dirty popped into my head at all. Here was my wife going to do some tanning over at the neighbours house, probably topless, in the same backyard as the dog. It was only a half hour after she had gone that I suddenly realised the implications of it all, and low and behold, the sun must also have an effect on me, because instantly a multitude of dirty thoughts started to flood my mind. There was no noise next door, so I casually made my way to the fence and peeked over. There was my wife, lying semi naked on her stomach asleep by the steady rhythm of her breathing. The dog was lying not far away, head on chin, as dogs are want to do when nothing is happening around them, just casually gazing and dreaming of whatever dogs dream about. The picture was quite innocent, yet I could extract some sort of malevolent fetish from it all, my mind playfully going over all the possible scenarios involving my wife and the beast. So much for calling it quits I was quietly praying that something was going to happen, bending my mind to call out to the dog to do something to start a chain of events that would lead down the path of complete subjugation of my wife. I was definately no Uri Gellar, but as I chuckled inside, I was apt at trying anything. How perverse did I feel, actually wanting something to happen? I must be sick, a wierdo, definately perverted, but I didn’t really care. It was all about me and my need for sexual fullfilment. I had entered the lond dark night of the penis…..I was snapped out of my thoughts by movement. The dog had got up and was sniffing around the grass. I looked intently, eyes fixed on any sign that something may proceed. He gradually made his way to my wife, and started to sniff at her crotch. Well bugger me if I didn’t just jump 10 feet into the air and do a cartwheel all at the same time. This would feed my perverse little mind for hours to come. I watched as she brushed him aside, waving her hand behind her above her arse to shoo him away. Instinct told me to make myself unseen, so I lowered myself to fence hight and moved along to where the bushes were more prevailing. He went back for seconds, trying to sniff her arse again, and I deduced that my wife must be sending out some sort of sent to him, perhaps she was getting a little wet as she does when she bakes in the sun for a while. Oh, to only hope She waved him away again, this time with a verbal reprimand. He scooted off, but was soon back at the scene, trying again to push his wet snout between her legs. Then my wife did something that will stay vividly in my minds eye till the day I die……she looked up over at our fence, obviously looking for me, and when she didn’t see me, she called out my name, not loudly, just enough to satisfy her own conscience. When I didn’t answer, she reached back and pulled aside her bikini bottoms allowing the dog to have access to her pussy. I couldn’t believe my eyes….was this really happening? I peered intently, watching as she started to spread her legs, slightly at first to give him better access and then wide apart. The dog was lapping away at her pussy and arsehole, oblivious to his part in the scheme of things. My wife reached back with both hands and grabbed her arse cheeks firmly and pulled them apart. There was no doubt now, she wanted this, and was making the best of the situation. The dog started to lick away feverishly, turning his furry head sideways to gain better access. He must have started to taste her juices as I was sure she must be gushing profusely. I could even hear her little moans, and sharp intake of breath as the dogs tounge probed deeper into her vagina. She started to lean back into him, raising herself slowly on her knees, allowing her pussy to open up even further for the beast, hands frantically pulling her arse apart. What a good dog I thought, playing his part so well He was right inside her now, I could see the snaking tounge lash at her wet glistening lips, her hips moving back and forth in a simulation of copulation, moaning louder, reaching a point of no return……Her orgasm was gigantic, I was mesmerized that the woman I thought I knew sexually, thought I had been the sole giver of her pleasure. It was with mixed emotions that I witnessed what would have been one of her biggest and longest cums I had ever seen. Happy for her to have felt such release, yet fiercly jelous of the fact that it was not me giving her that release. In her throws, the dog kept licking away, trying to manoeuvre his mouth in time with her convulsions. Her heavy breasts crushed under the weight of her body until she finally collapsed. She snapped her legs closed, finished with the administations of the canine, just lying there on her stomack, breathing heavily, slight tremours snaking their way down different parts of her body. I could see her legs were shaking, trembling. After what seemed ages, but was only a few minutes, she looked over at the fence again, didn’t see me and made to leave. She put her bikini on, picked up her towel and started to make her way back over, when suddenly she stopped, turned and made her way to the dog. I watched as she knelt down to him as he was lying on the grass, a big panting grin on his face, and rubbed his head and ears in gratitude, giving him a quick kiss on the head. As she was about to get up and leave, she hesitated, looked over at our fence again, and then back down to the dog. I could see as she was rubbing her hand along his belly, and the attention causing him to roll over onto his back, legs splayed out widely, with one leg pumping the tyre. She moved her hand hesitantly closer to his shaft, and I noticed, albeit strainingly, that he must be getting hard. I watched in fascination and awe as she started to rub her hands along his ball sack, squeezing slightly, but with the full intent to make him hard. Where was this going? As the pinkness of his rod started to protrude from his sheath, she touched it, rubbed it between her finger and thumb. I was in heaven….. But as soon as she started, she stopped, got up and started to walk back towards our house. It was only then that I noticed my cock im my hand, the remenants of semen dripping through my clenched fingers and a fence that had been repainted in egg shell cum. There was nothing for it, I just placed him back in my pants, soiled and all, and ran to the house to pretend I was inside. The laptop was on so I would have a pausible excuse for not hearing her call my name.My mind was a swirl of emotions. My fantasy was taking shape as hard core reality. She had let the dog lick her to orgasm, touched his shaft and all. Where to from here? I would have to wait for her to get back and plan my moves around her now. This rollercoaster ride was starting to get momentum, but I felt far from in control. The ramifications of what had just transpired thrilled and scared me all at the same time.Where to from here……?The HorstFeedback is most welcomed and appreciated. Feel free to comment as it helps motivate me to keep writing.PS: This is all true, with some embelishment.
Comment by Horstwessel66 — 24, 2005 @ 7:31 am
This story is an awesome turnon. Would like to read more about your wife being drawn to further experimentation with the dog and the dog taking a more and more active role in pushing the action forward. Very sexy story.
Comment by dofgleve — 24, 2005 @ 11:14 am
AWESOME STORY. THANKS. I CAN’T WAIT FOR THE GRAND FINALE.
Comment by CHENGSTER — 24, 2005 @ 12:59 pm
Excellent story, can’t wait for the rest. Woof Woof
Comment by wyvern — 24, 2005 @ 8:07 pm
pls carry on for gods sake……………
Comment by steele1 — 24, 2005 @ 11:24 pm
Getting better looking forward to read the rest of the story.
Comment by hilltopper — 24, 2005 @ 11:30 pm
nice pics thank for posting
Comment by mdinmo — 25, 2005 @ 1:07 am
VEry, very nicely told story. Thank you for continuing and sharing it with us.
Comment by junerose — 25, 2005 @ 6:01 am