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February 23, 2010

ANIMAL LOVE and other perversion

Crystal clear in her minds eye, he was fully in now, twice as long as her husband, thicker even than Monroe, her other black lover. This one almost made her cumm to fast too, even before he got it all the way in. It was all so easy, so damn easy to get this big shiny black thing inside her. The sexual juices were flowing, soaking her inner thighs and the hand applying shallow strokes, teasing little plunges, and then, as the urge overcame her, deep, almost violent plunges.

That’s the way her deliveryman would be, his dark, sweaty body burying itself in her tall, lean white one.

“Tight!” “Tight!” he’d extol, plunging his dark love deeper and more furiously into the lovely snow white lady lying naked beneath him.

She’d purr out her contentment, open her eyes to his admiring face. He’d tell her how he loved it, the po, black bo fucking his Miss Cinderella, the blonde Lady Godiva.

***

But, this was all in Ann’s mind, remember? Then, with her ballet legs spread wide, her black vibrator applying itself in ever deepening ‘massage’ something happened that couldn’t fit into this creative process at all.

At precisely the right moment, at that instant when self-indulgence teetered on spasmodic delight, she was vaguely aware of a weighted presence on the mattress. Then,

“Oh my God, what’s happening?”

Hot intense lapping centered on her down at the place where relief was so deliciously near. Ann attempted to force herself up on her elbows, to look down between her legs to see what was happening. But, she was too close to orgasm, her pleasure centers too enthralled. All she could do was fall back into the pillows and just lie there while dizzying sensations swept over her.

She must have let the door open when she came back from her shower. Now, her huge dog has joined her on the bed. And, he’s THERE, my God, he’s found the right spot.

She felt his bristly head between her open thighs, then his humid breath. Down by where her hand was steadily inserting and withdrawing the vibrator, his tongue was providing its own sinful brand of pleasure. As she’d draw her sexual juices from her body with its dark length, Mastinus was lapping at the outer fringes of her vulva and the shaft moving in and out. His tongue has found her clit, that little button where pleasure was the greatest.

This was wrong, terribly wrong letting her animal do this. But, Ann was powerless to do any more than make feeble, half-hearted little protests.

“No, darling dog, it’s wrong, naughty, what you’re doing to your poor mama.”

Ann was twisting, turning, pushing her slim body up at the lapping animal while, simultaneously increasing the intensity of those self inflicted thrusts of the humming black vibrator.

“Oh, bad doggie, naughty, oh God, help me, hellpp meee!”

In a vain attempt at moral composure, Ann again attempted to rise up to see what was happening. Trying to stop Mastinus’s persistent tongue; her quivering, quaking body just couldn’t find the strength.

Opening her thighs even wider, she sobbed out her surrender.

“Oh Mastinus, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

No matter, laws, or moral reasoning, a wronged woman had been too long without a man’s love. Reality hit her head on. This wasn’t man and it wasn’t love. Not in a sense nature intended, anyway.

“My God, I can’t stop now.”

Anyway, who would know? The one bringing so much pleasure right now wasn’t going to tell, and neither was she. This was a secret between a woman and her animal. A big, bristly, giant of an animal licking his female Mistress ‘down there’, No one would know because there wasn’t anyone who would tell. What she was letting her animal do couldn’t be described as ‘having sex’, no different, actually than licking her hand or face as far as Mastinus was concerned.

But, in her heart of hearts Ann knew what she was thinking was all a lie. This wasn’t all her doggie wanted from his mistress; he wanted to do ‘THAT’ too. Maybe she would and maybe she wouldn’t, but her dog would do IT in a heartbeat if she’d let him. His erection, the way he was stretched out on his belly on her bed, humping those lean hips down into the bedding at the same time he was lapping away. He’d like to climb up between her quivering thighs and bury that big, blunt red thing way up in her quivering vagina. And that’s solely what her mind was on now, the animal lust of him, the way his tongue was driving her wild with the joy and relief he was bringing.

“Just this once, neither of us will be hurt if I let this go on just this once.”

“Just a little longer, Ann,” that’s what the voice in her head was saying. “You’ve let him go this far. Don’t make the poor animal quit now.”

The shiny black vibrator now carelessly discarded in the bedding, she was splayed out letting the dog do what he wanted. Not ‘THAT’, though. No matter what the voice was saying, the one in her head, she wouldn’t let Mastinus do THAT.

“Coax him up higher, ‘Ann. You know that’s what you’re curious about too. Mating with this handsome animal, an act like that is only wrong in other people’s minds. You love him, don’t you? Why not show him how much you love him?”

What was happening, though, was plenty enough for her. This wasn’t any different that having her Mastinus lick her hand when he was feeling extra affectionate. How lucky it turned out that she didn’t let Mastinus go with her husband when he left her for that young floozy, Lynn. Fantasy thoughts of deliveries and big strong black men, hadn’t been needed at all.

She couldn’t remember ever enjoying such intense sensation. Maybe it was the depravity of it, knowing that more adventurous women in her situation would be letting the animal have everything he obviously wanted from the one who owned and fed him. She was imagining her handsome animal as others would see him. His bulky body, that huge erection, those huge, sex laden testicles, wasn’t that enough to make any woman drool with lust? How, when she and Mastinus would walk in the park, hungry women would coyly stare at a penis much larger than most dogs, and the way his testicles, large in their sack, swung to and fro as he hurried to keep up with his Mistress.

She wouldn’t go ‘all the way’ with her dog, though, no matter how much he wanted her. But, the thought of him working forward, burying that huge erection in her willing body was mind boggling.

“Nothing wrong with a woman fantasizing, is there?”

She’d discarded the vibrator now and transferred her hands to her mutt’s bristly head, holding it in place as she pushed her body up at him. He was instinctively trying to move higher, complete the breeding as if she were his bitch in heat, but she was making him keep on just the way he had.

“Oh, Doggie, You’re making your mama cumm.”

Ann’s head flopped back to its ‘off the bed’ position in wild abandon as wave after wave of pleasure engulfed her.

As conscious awareness returned, she, startled by uncertain recollections, pulled herself back fully onto her bed. Looking down where so much pleasure had just transpired, she turned off her discarded, wet vibrator. And, there Mastinus was, on the floor at the foot of her bed. He was panting, a smile on his face the way contended dogs do, looking expectantly up at the mistress he loved more than any other thing on this planet. Had she just imagined that warm breath and tongue? Was it just part of her wild fantasy? God, she hoped so! But, how can you deny something that already has happened?

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Lying naked in blushing afterglow, Ann’s face burned at the lewd recollections that were flashing through her brain. She remembered that time when they bred Mastinus to the pretty little Mastiff bitch. Both he and she (the dogs) were inexperienced—the first time for each. They looked beautiful in their attempts; poor Mastinus had tried and tried, almost to the point of exhaustion. Ann’s stupid husband hadn’t known what to do, but she did. She did, grasping their male dog’s rigid penis--it felt hot and sticky while she guided it into the place it belonged on his doggie girlfriend. It was exciting watching him hunker down, humping his big thing up into his virgin bitch.

The savoring animal knew just what to do once he got started. That smaller female sure seemed to enjoy Mastinus, stayed attached afterwards until his erection went down enough for them to disengage Two animals, their sexual anatomy swollen so much they couldn’t separate, he continuing to ejaculate little puppies into his bride-in-waiting while she stood for him, panting, her canine eyes shining in pregnant fulfillment.

Even back then, before all this recent sexual exploration between dog and Mistress, Ann had imagined what it would be like, she down on her hands and knees, waiting for the huge dog to begin copulating with her. She’d be naked at least on the bottom half. Like the bitch she’d be, she’d look back at the huge animal approaching from the rear. Maybe he’d lick her first for a while like he’d done with the female dog. He’d wrap his front legs around Ann’s waist, and move his haunches in close.

He’d be humping furiously, poking that big red erection up between her legs. She’d try for a while to move her lower body at the right moment to capture what was bumping away at everyplace but the right one. As a last resort before her animal tired too much, she’d reach back between them and guide it ‘home’ just like she had for Mastinus’s doggie girlfriend.

What would it be like, him humping up into her, then, probably a little too quick, squirting that infertile load up into his beautiful blonde human? She supposed, after he was finished, they’d remain attached together just like dogs do after sex. Maybe she’d feel him throbbing away inside her and she’d cumm too.

But, especially back then, before her conscience had been dulled by the dog’s and her ‘sexual needs’, Ann knew it was wrong to think about humans and animals mating together. Now, even though her body cried out in its almost desperate need for sex, never would she ever consider actually doing ‘IT’ with her big male dog. At least she didn’t think she ever would. She loved Mastinus, but certainly not in that way. If her thoughts were so honorable, though, why did she get so aroused at the memory of the two dogs having sex together? Wasn’t it a fact she had even imagined herself underneath the big male, being the recipient of his animal love?

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March 2, 2010

After a long, hot, shower, relaxed, Ann retired into her bedroom, thinking maybe she would read for a while.

“Perhaps another glass of wine would settle my nerves.”

Lying there, she hears Mastinus whining and scratching at the door.

“Go away, you naughty dog. You and I have had enough loving for one night,”

***

Ann read for a while seeing and remembering none of it. One glass, two, three and then her mind grew fuzzy and she fell asleep. It grew silent in her room as she dozed. And then a single bark demanded entry. Without conscious thought, Ann awakened, dazedly stumbled to the door and opened it, closing it behind Mastinus.

Was it a dream? She did remember to hook him on the floor at the foot of her bed hadn’t she? There was no way he could have done what she imagined, tethered like he was. It must have been some fantasy dream.

Ann was naked, neither fully awake nor asleep, as he followed her onto the bed. Why had she opened that door? She had known exactly what Mastinus would be expecting. And, when his bark announced his demands she hadn’t been surprised at all he was there, on the other side of the door demanding entry.

Submissively, she made room for him. Spreading her naked thighs, she was on fire with lust and desire. He knew just what to do. Out unfurled that long tongue as he laid his huge head in her special place. Like a Prince of Cavaliers, he licked his lady for the longest time before she, moaning, grasped his head, and, with surprising strength, pulled herself down closer and her giant of a dog up between her eager thighs.

His hips were thrusting, and, shamefully, hers were too, Mastinus humping with wild abandon just like he did with that doggie bitch last year.

***

Ann felt his animal erection bumping and prodding against her inner thighs, seeking its proper place. ‘Proper place’, who was she trying to fool? This act between animal and human was decadent, no excuse, it was just plain depraved. Her animal, the one she owned and should have control over, was too heavy, though, too demanding for her to prevent what he wanted. He, sensing her rousing sexual need, wasn’t to be denied. Ann was too weak and he was too powerful. She was tiring and he was winning. Her legs were separating even further. And, he was getting closer.

She couldn’t get him off. Did she really want to? Had she really tried or was that just an excuse? But, it wasn’t working. They were a mismatch; he was too high, standing too tall to copulate in this forbidden, unnatural way. Nature didn’t intend it this way, that’s why it couldn’t happen. But nature didn’t take into account a female’s determination when she was ready to complete a sexual act. With surprising strength, she lifted her hips. Even with his full weight bearing down, all 150 pounds of sex craving animal on her, she was still able to place pillows under her till her vagina was at just the right height.

***

If it really did happen, it was as much for love as it was seeking gratification, as if that could ever be an excuse. She loved her Mastinus and knew he loved her more than anyone in this world. Her psychiatrist said she should learn to fantasize, and if that is what really happened, it was the ‘mother’ of all ‘make believe’. Maybe it was the wine?

In her mind’s eye everything was as seen through a haze. She had been lightly sleeping, thinking of her ‘Mastinus’ that time with his little female bitch. In her dream (is that what it really was--a dream?) Her own body replaced that of the bitch. Ann has now become the giant dog’s lover.

At the time it all seemed surreal. What was the dream? Was it when she opened the door? Or was it now, with Mastinus on top of her naked body, drooling on her while his penis prodded and searched for relief that only a female could provide.

“I must be dreaming. Is this really happening? Shouldn’t I feel guilty for something so debase, so unnatural?”

Should something so sinful feel so damnable good?

***

When she awoke, Ann found the bed soiled and in total disarray. Mastinus, to her dismay, was sitting on the floor at the foot of the bed, not restricted in any way from access to her bed (or her). Her black vibrator, the one bringing her so much pleasure just a bit before, was laying, tangled in the covers, obviously all sticky and used, the same as her lower body and inner thighs. Relieved, she reasoned if her dog was involved, it was only in her imagination--her fantasy.

It wasn’t possible, her horrible suspicion.

“Everything had started as innocent fun and I got too drunk. That’s all. Ann, don’t try to make anything else out of it.” Still she wondered at the stickiness between her thighs, the canine and her own pubic hairs tangled and matted down there.

***

Still, Ann couldn’t put the question to rest. Did she, would she actually let her gentle doggie have his way with her. And, if Mastinus did rape his mistress while in her drunken stupor, wouldn’t the decadence be what she’d wanted all along, anyway? Shouldn’t she have been mad at him now if he’d gone even further than her hazy memory could recollect?

Maybe her ‘convenient’ memory lapse was to let her imagination conjure up more to an act that Ann wasn’t totally convinced happened at all. She’d consumed that whole bottle of wine, her doggie had been so persistent, she’d been so long without love, and, yes, dammit, even her own doing without sex for so long could explain a decadence that shouldn’t have happened at all. Big sexy male dog alone with a nearly naked woman who’d had too much to drink, his tongue working its magic, his bristly body covering hers, it was in her mind, all of it was up to the final penetration. Could it be that her mind was in denial, wouldn’t let her know for sure she’d stoop so low as to actually let her dog have sex with her?

Ann should have recognized a disaster waiting to happen. Her dog had needs and so did she. Of course she should have put an end to all this before it progressed to all-out sexual exploration. Allowing Mastinus to breed that little female dog had undoubtedly been the catalyst that bought all this to a head. His tongue, Mastinus had used it so effectively to get that female to ’stand’ for his mating. And, when his bristly head and unfurling tongue had done its magic to his spellbound owner, shouldn’t that been the final straw?

If it’d even happened at all, she wondered what was going on in the mind of her male lover now, the one who might have done what she, in her heart of hearts would always imagine actually did. Maybe he was in some sort of denial, just like she was.

God, it all seemed so real, that sick fantasy of hers. But, was it really all that sick, showing her dog love and affection in the way he’d obviously wanted too? And, if ‘thinking’ was the same as ‘doing’, what difference did it make if they’d carried out what they’d both wanted anyway?

“What was it Mastinus, did you turn your mama into a bad girl last night.”

***

He was dozing. If dogs could think, it was pretty obvious what would be in Mastinus’s mind. That is, if anything at all had happened. She noticed and was surprised at his obvious condition. She’d never noticed her huge dog sleeping with an erection before. That big thing of his, the reddened tip peeking out from its furry cape, could her loyal animal be reliving what happened just hours before.

God, she’d like to peer into Mastinus’s mind.

Would my handsome Mastinus be thinking thoughts like I am? Is it possible my fantasy has become his? Or maybe, just maybe we’ve some how managed to turn fantasy into reality. It seems so real, that ‘supposed thing that may or may not have happened at all. .

Was her mind superimposed on his now? Maybe ‘reading her dog’s thoughts’ wasn’t that at all. Maybe her sick fantasy is imagining what she wants to believe rather than ‘listening’ to Mastinus recall for her what actually happened.

Is Mastinus is dreaming last night’s events:

My tongue goes right in her groove. She’s wet and hot, this woman who I belong to. And, I haven’t even started yet. I can sure tell that she’s receptive, that’s what they call it when the bitch is ready for the stud. Anyway, she’s real juicy; her legs start to quake a little and she sure isn’t acting like she wants me to me to quit, regardless of what she’s saying.

“Oh, Mastinus, you naughty dog, stop this right now. Oh, God.’ your tongue feels soo good. You are a Good, no, you’re a Bad Dog, you furry devil.”

My tongue is licking her like we’d been doing that other time. Her legs are clamping my head, holding me in place while I continue slurping away. The juices are just flowing out of her now. She calling me her furry devil, running her hands through my nape, and I’m in ‘seventh heaven’.

After a while of ‘going down’ on her, my Mistress is totally turned on, making little purring noises and pushing her body up to my lapping tongue. Gradually opening wider and wider, her legs aren’t wrapped around my head any more. I take that as a signal she wants me to start mating her now. I’m ready too, just like she is.

My penis is way out of its furry cover now. I climb higher up on her gorgeous naked body, anticipating what it will be like to get my relief too. She helps me at first, pulling at my collar to encourage what’s almost certain to happen. But, evidently my penis briefly making s slight contact with her female parts, causes her to reconsider. With tender words but real insistent, my mistress looks into my eyes and tells me she can’t let me do what I know we want--what we both need.

“No, Mastinus. A nice doggie doesn’t do THAT to his Mistress.”

It didn’t sound at all like she believed what she was saying. When I pushed forward again, she fell back on the bed, scooting her nakedness even closer towards what I’m attempting to do. Maybe it’d be better if she’d turn over on her stomach so we could do it the way I do when mating with a canine female. I tried to prod her into that position, but she doesn’t understand.

“Oh Lover, it’s too wicked. I can’t let you do ‘THAT’.”

If that’s what she really means, why is she putting a pillow under her hips? Raising her lower body higher like she is, won’t that make it easier for me to mover in even closer?

I know she’s plenty ready by the way she’s now pulling forward on my collar rather than holding me back.

I’m kind of pleading with my eyes and she’s trying to reason. Her eyes are lost in mine and that heat from her nether region is getting so intense the allure is almost maddening. I’m moving my body up farther onto hers real slowly so maybe she won’t realize our ‘parts’ are actually close enough now so that we could actually ‘begin’ if we both can find each other ‘down there’.

Mistress is feeling the effect too, her hands shifting from that studded collar and to the underside of my haunches now, gently attempting to keep my throbbing penis away from her sex reddened vagina. But, I’m at the right spot now. Who couldn’t notice the allure these lustful contacts were providing. Like a magnetic force, my maleness is finding its way to its intended purpose. I know it, and know my Mistress does too. Forces beyond our control are spurring us both on.

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“Oh Mastinus, I don’t know what to do. You’ve been so nice to your Mama. She wants to do something to make you feel as good as you’ve made her feel. You wonder what I’d be like ‘that way’ and I want to know how you’d be too.”

My eyes were pleading with hers. If I could talk I’d have told her it was all right for us, what I was asking her to let me do. Who was there to find out? There was only the two of us in the house. I couldn’t tell anyone, even if I wanted to.

“But, I can’t, you lovely dog. I love you too much to let you do something like this.”

Mistress was saying the words but I knew she wanted to do what we were considering as much as I did, maybe even more.

“But, it wouldn’t be right. We just can’t.”

I’m standing over the one who feeds and takes care of my needs. She wants to do this too, why is she resisting so much? No one else will know. She wouldn’t even have to help, just lie still and let me do what comes naturally. She helped me mate with that last female dog she found for me, why would this be so different? Yes, it was a dog, but what difference does that make? My Mistress wants to mate with me now, and I want to do IT with her too. If she could encourage me to do IT with one of my own kind why doesn’t she let me do the same with her?

My face real close, looking deep into her eyes, I can feel her resistance fading. She loves me like I love her, so wouldn’t that make what we both want all right too? My mistress isn’t saying ‘yes’ but she isn’t telling me to stop anymore either. Her eyes are softening, looking up at me all expectant and compliant. She wants me now too, just like I want her.

So, with her head shaking disapproval giving way to silence, she lies quietly, submissively, as I actually begin to initiate sex with her.

My erection isn’t into my beautiful Mistress yet, but my humping away at the edges of her receptive vagina has lowered any resistance she may have felt toward copulating with one like me. We’re close enough together to make IT happen, I know we’re going to do this, and now she does too. We’ve come too far to stop now.

I’m repeatedly pushing my erection towards her hot, saliva moistened place while she wiggles and tilts her pelvis to capture the sex reddened thing battering away at her inner thighs. Energy in motion, it’s just a matter of time until we make this happen.

Her resolve is now directed towards making this happen instead of trying to prevent it. She isn’t saying anything now, no encouragement, but no refusals either. Determination is etched in her pretty face. Her legs separate even further; her hands on my haunches pulling us even closer, as if there actually was a way my body could get even closer than what we were already. There’s only one way we can be more intimate than we are already and we both were giving supreme effort to remedy that.

She’s moved another pillow under her hips. Now her thighs are squeezing my sides, kind of guiding me to the right place. It’s happening, I know it is. She’s even helping me take what we both want.

I’m moving in closer to where I’m trying to be and she sure isn’t putting up any resistance at all. I know she wants to experience me the same way I want her. I knew it’d be like this. That’s why I didn’t obey her earlier pleas for me to stop.

I’ve actually felt my engorged penis contact the fringes and begin the heated penetration into my Mistress’s anxious vagina several times now. She’d liked my tongue ‘down there’ and she’s going to love this too. I’ve been pleasing my Mistress’ desires and she hadn’t been paying attention to mine. Not anymore, she’s as anxious as I am to have this happen. All it took was for her to drop all resistance, let nature take its course, and wait and see what develops. She must be curious about what it’d be like to mate with me, the same as I’m curious about her. I’ve never had a human female before and look how beautiful the one is I’m about to have now.

***

Oh, she’s making this perfect. My Mistress and I are so close I can feel us making contact repeatedly ‘down there’. I’m humping up into her at a different angle now, and her lower body is twisting and turning in its attempts to get started doing what we’re trying to do. Every once in a while my erection makes brief penetrations, but not deep enough for me to hunch forward up into her body. We still aren’t attaching like what happens when you are successful in mating.

“Oh, doggy, you’re so bad. Just look at the way you’re all swollen.”

She reaches down underneath and takes my thing in her soft, white hand. Then, feeling it all over, especially where it gets a lot bigger at the base, she looks into my eyes and starts talking real naughty. Its then I’m getting a good idea Miss beautiful is about to be mine.

“You’re built real big for a dog. I’ll bet a lot of lonely housewives would go for one like you.”

With her hand still holding ‘it’, she’s got a silly smirk on her face.

“But you wouldn’t let one of those horny housewives have what belongs to you and me, now would you?”

And her hand is really fondling me now and she’s starting to act real excited. I’m getting more that way too, my erection is all the way out of its furry cover by now.

I can feel her heat on my under belly now, radiating out to my penis. Her hand has guided it almost to the right place. She’s looking at me, into my panting face.

“You want your Mama don’t you?”

And, she answers her own question.

“I don’t know why it wouldn’t be all right.”

Of course I can’t answer her, just kind of lick her breasts, shoulders, and then her pretty face. Her eyes are kind of desperate, like she’s wanting to do this too, but isn’t quite sure its right.

“NO one needs to know what we’re about to do, do they?”

She’s got our ‘parts’ so close together they ever so briefly touch from time to time as I’m humping furiously now. She’s trying to get control, but I’m so excited I unintentionally pull out every time it barely starts to go in.

“You won’t tell on me will you Doggie?”

She kind of pulls me up even higher on her, and I’m humping all the harder because that’s what I need to do to start what she’s obviously ready for. I’m standing with my paws straddling under her shoulders, my head buried in her curls. She’s got her legs wrapped around my body and she’s moving too, trying to help us find the right place.

Nature didn’t make us the right height for us to line up right, so I feel myself bumping away everyplace near her furry patch—every place except the right one. She pulls another pillow under her hips to raise her higher for me.

“Oh Doggie, go slower, let your mama help you find the right place.”

I feel heat, but I push on by. Then I feel it again, then again.

She’s trying to slow me down because it’s started in, just the tip lots of times now. I’m getting closer to the target and the more I do that the more excited she’s becoming. Me too, my god it feels good doing this.

I’m finding the heat more and more now. It’s starting in, then out, misses, and then hits at precisely the right place. Mistress is moving better too, finding me even more than I’m finding her. My penis is at her hot, moist heat more into than it’s out of my beautiful mistress now.

I feel her heat again, but this time it’s different. We’re doing it, its actually happening. There’s more of me in than out now. She tilts her pelvis just right; I move my feet and body closer at the same time. I hunch forward, almost bending in two back where my haunches meet my lower body. We both push and I’m as deep as can be inside my lovely Mistress. I’m in seventh heaven and she is too, the way she’s pulled me against her and is holding me real tight as my hips are thrusting in and out.

“Oh my God, Mastinus, you’ve found me. We’re actually doing IT!”

No regrets now, she’s not feeling anything but how good we are together. Right now nothing matters except what we’re doing. It makes me feel extra good to know how much pleasure I’m providing my beautiful mistress.

“Oh, my doggie lover, you feel soo good. Oh fuck me, fuck me.”

With her thighs wrapped around my back and her hands on my hips, I can barely continue thrusting and humping cause she’s holding me tight. It doesn’t matter, though; because my hard-on is all the way in, balls deep in my beautiful human female. My head languishing the scent of my owners delicate blonde curls, our bodies even closer than nature would allow, what male dog could hope for anything more? She isn’t struggling anymore either, at least not to get away from what’s happening.

She’s every bit as happy at where I am now as I am, her parts gripping and releasing my penis like they have a mind of their own. She’s real tight and wet because of the excitement I’m giving and I’m real happy because her thighs are spreading again and I’m able to move. I’m in seventh heaven and she is too, the way she’s catching my rhythm and is holding me real tight as my hips are thrusting in and out.

It’s like my penis is on fire, the heat we’re generating together. A volcano is unleashing way down in my drawn up testicles. Her vagina is so tight on my penis now neither of us can move.

“Oh God, Mastinus, I can feel you getting real big inside me. Ah, it’s so good, you’re so big. The best, the best, fuck me, fuck me.”

I want to turn around and face away from her like I always have when I’ve finished. She’s lowered her legs and wrapped them around my hips in such a way that I can’t even move them anymore. Always when I’m mating with a female dog I turn around and face away. But this time all I’m able to do is remain glued to my mistress while she kind of wiggles around on what’s still hard and inside her. It’s okay though, because I just love being so deep inside her. It feels good, the way she’s moving on me too.

I almost slipped out, the way she’s banging her body back against me like that. I’ll brace my feet firmer.

Oh, she’s starting to feel so good again.

“Oh Mastinus, I love you. You made your Mama cumm too, you naughty dog you. You love mama so much you didn’t hear her say no, did you. Well, I’ll forgive you if you promise me you won’t ever try to do this again.”

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As it turned out that’s the last time they ever did do it together. She’d sent Mastinus to a different house cause she’d felt bad about what they’d done and didn’t want to be tempted into ever doing it again with an animal. It was okay because this woman, a young girl really, treated him even better.

She’d teased him every night till the Master went to bed; have him nearly out of his mind with desire. Then, she’d go over to an old chair in her room, prop her bottom up at just the right height. She’d pull his head into her lap and he’d lick her till the juices started flowing real good. Then she’d pull him up higher, wiggle herself just so, they’d attach and they were doing it. Every night it would go on the same way. This one loved her animal too, even more than his first Mistress did.

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