Finally Fucking the Dog by somebastard69

I absolutely could not wait for my boyfriend Jack to leave for his recent business trip. He was scheduled to be across the country for three full days. Now was the time! Finally, after nearly a year of intense sex fantasies involving our handsome, strong, virile pet Rottweiler, I had finally gathered the courage to make my fantasies a reality!

I’d been secretly admiring the powerful animal for a long time, eventually finding myself in a state of constant, burning, debauched desire for the beast. It got to the point where every time I masturbated, I closed my eyes and imagined Damian mounting me and taking me as his bitch.

I imagined the dog fucking me hard and fast like a jackhammer, fucking me senseless, fucking me all over the room, imagining his cum oozing out of my knotted womb while I rubbed my pussy to orgasm again and again. Eventually, I was imagining getting fucked by the dog even during sex with my boyfriend Jack! Jack didn’t seem to my mind my constant request to be fucked doggystyle; he was happy to oblige and fuck me from behind till I was filled up with his sperm!

Last year, Jack arranged for Damian to mate with a female Rottie for a friend of ours who wanted puppies. The sight of our dog hammering into the bitch, his forceful thrusts pushing her all around the yard, his huge knot tied to her womb with drops of sperm leaking down to the ground, it was forever burned into my mind.

Ever since, I couldn’t stop the fantasies involving our sleek, studly beast fucking a bitch hard and getting her pregnant. Watching his smooth balls pressing hard against his bitch as his prick delved into her womb to grow and tie her, his hips bucking madly, seeking to fill her with copious amounts of sperm. I couldn’t help but imagine how all that dog cum would feel inside my own pussy!

The breeding had taken place in our friends’ backyard. We sat around a picnic table with some drinks, chatting while the dogs chased each other happily before mating. But I couldn’t pay attention to the conversation. There was no way I could avert my eyes from the rippling muscles of our large male Rottweiler, his body draped over the female’s back, his forepaws wrapped tightly around her body as he humped at her.

Dominating her. Fucking her all over the yard until finally I saw ropes of cum begin to ooze from the bitch’s knotted cunt. That’s what our dog was capable of? That’s how he could fuck a bitch? I shivered, surprised by my increasing arousal and a slight pang of jealousy towards the bitch.

I didn’t talk about it with Jack. But the scene replayed in my mind a million times that night, until finally I left the bed to play with myself in the bathroom, envisioning Damian nailing the bitch’s brains out, imagining his knot swelling inside her as gallons of sperm erupted from his large prick, the sperm droplets oozing out of her.

Then I started thinking of what it’d feel like to get fucked that hard, to have that knot growing inside my own pussyhole… and to feel all that sperm filling my womb up… and then I had the most intense orgasm of my life, right there in the bathroom with my leg propped up on the sink, the mirror reflecting my splayed, pulsing pussy as I stifled my moan, imagining our dog tied to my cunt with its prick erupting a flood of semen inside my hole!

And from then on I was addicted. Bestiality fantasies started to take over my life! In meetings at work, my mind would wander to the thought of laying on the conference room table and letting Damian lick out my pussy before I got down on my hands and knees to present myself as his bitch and let him take me.

At parties, at church, at my parents’ dinner table, while shopping, everywhere I went it seemed I couldn’t resist the thought of me getting on all fours and being penetrated with that steel hard dog dick. Whenever I saw a woman or girl walking a medium or large sized dog out in public, I imagined she was secretly fucking it back at home.

After a few months of getting off on dirty bestiality scenes conjured up in my head, I gathered up the courage to look up some dog sex pictures and videos online — involving dogs fucking dogs as well as dogs fucking woman. My dog sex cravings were instantly amped up to a whole new level, but I was afraid Jack would somehow catch me watching animal porn so I tried to limit myself to the amount I’d watch.

I was content to just close my eyes and fuck myself to oblivion while imagining being penetrated by our dog. Sometimes Damian would watch me, occasionally sniffing the smell of cunt in the air. I tried to get him to lick my pussy a few times, but was afraid to force it on him. He’d just give it a good whiff and walk around me, panting and watching me as if trying to figure out what his master wanted. It seemed I’d become sexually insatiable, and Jack certainly didn’t mind one bit! Not only was I masturbating sometimes for hours a day, I would wait for my boyfriend to come home and jump his bones as soon as he was in the door.

Damian was originally supposed to be a guard dog and turned out to be an excellent pet, protective of me and Jack although never obtrusive. I had come to find the dog attractive, as well… He was sturdy and strong, and I admired the muscles rippling under his sleek black coat when he played about in the yard. Watching him mate with that bitch had changed everything for me! I began fondling him more often, getting him used to my touch on his sheath when I rubbed his belly. My heart would start beating faster when I’d see the pink prick knob poke out, dancing in and out as if teasing me. The dog seemed happy enough for the attention.

Eventually, after rubbing on him for awhile one night and playfully touching him, the prickhead peeked out a few inches and I began touching it. My heart pounding rapidly at my first touch of a dog dick, my pussy twinging with excitement as I knelt next to the lounging animal. Damian’s prick was pink with brilliant red veins, and it felt hard as a bone. I coaxed it out out further, my eyes widening as it grew longer in my hand. The tip was pointed, perfect for injecting cum into a bitch’s womb! About four inches of it had come out so far. Damian was panting happily, watching me touch him and encourage his steel hard meat to grow.

My eyes were affixed to the cock expanding in my hands. Not knowing how to stimulate a canine, I began jacking the dog cock like I would a human prick. I gasped, feeling the dog now humping my hand faintly. Damian let out a whimper and got to his feet, his pink prick dancing in and out of his sheath. He walked around me and I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to upset or excite him. He panted, looking up at me somewhat expectantly.

I began touching him like this more often, petting him all over as he stood near me while I knelt next to him, making his cock grow longer each time, eventually even caressing his balls. He would hump at my hand, and sometimes hump at the air. I gasped when finally I got him so aroused that his knot grew, filling my hand. My eyes were glued to the shiny, pulsing prick, at least 7″ with a lumpy knot about the size of two small oranges. It was gigantic!