Ok, I’m tired of this. For years now I’ve been reading all these stories on these sites, that people submit about their fantasies. Some say they are even true. Who the hell in their right mind is going to willingly have sex with a dog? Or worse, a horse?

They try to play it off as a calamity, I’ve been around dogs my whole life, big dogs, about six of them while growing up. All the dogs were male and had balls, nothing ever came close.

I’ve been on my hands and knees before while unclothed, but the dog didn’t try anything, and he sure as hell never growled at me, no way.

I don’t believe any of these people, they are just sick perverts, and they’re full of shit. I don’t even see what the fascination is, it’s nasty to have a dog put his, you know, in you, or even to just lick you out, it’s repulsive.

I’m Lucy, I’m a Harvard grad of law, and I work in a very successful firm, one of the largest in L.A.. I’m 28, 5’3 and 104 lbs. Long dark brown hair, hazel eyes, a good-looking girl I think, even without the shapely ass and 34 D breasts.

I’m very fit, I get my exercise when I take my greyhound Duke, out for runs, which is once, sometimes twice a day. He’s a gorgeous dog, very well kept and cared for, I love him.

I got Duke when I got my own place after college. There are plenty of loons out there and I wanted the intimidation aspect on my side, which is why I got a large, swift dog. I live alone with Duke in a house that’s kind of set back from the road, and there’s only one road.

I like the peace and quiet that you just can’t get in the city, and this house and land was very reasonably priced. It’s nothing much really, it’s homely. It’s about two acres of clear land and another three of dense woods.

Today was not unlike any other day. I Woke up, put on my running shorts and sports bra, grabbed Duke and headed out. First thing is we always go to the wooded area so he can do his business, then we proceed to head down the driveway to the road, then we run about two miles down the road and head back the same.

Once home again, I take him back out to the wooded area for one more stop. Like I said, everything was absolutely regular. After Duke had finished, I led him back inside. I needed a shower before work, after all the running of course.

It was only about 6:30 in the a.m. when I got out of the shower. I didn’t have to start my twenty-minute commute to work for another hour, to be there at 8 a.m.. In the shower I noticed I really needed to shave, so I thought Ok, I’ve enough time for a shave.

I grabbed a pillow and sat on the floor with my hair clippers, I’ve found that they pull less than most other feminine shavers, and I don’t like razors, not there. Now I mostly sit “Indian Style” on the floor, only with my legs spread considerably more, and of course, I’m nude. Hence the pillow, I sit on it instead of the dog hair infested floor.

I shaved without a hitch that is until I finished. Duke had been laying only a few feet away on the floor, very interested but, as per usual, scared of the clippers. I didn’t think anything of him being so close, he usually is right by my side whenever I’m home.

Unlike usual, Duke decided to get a little closer look at me this time when I finished shaving. When he knew I had put the clippers down and it was quiet. I was looking very closely to make sure I didn’t miss the occasional stray hair, which we all know, can be very irritating to an orally involved guy.

I didn’t see Duke come up between my legs, he rushed into it, caught me off guard. His snout instinctively went straight to my freshly shaven lips, and began to probe beyond them with his tongue. My guess is that he smelled me, my feminine odor, and was intrigued by the aroma of sex.

Shaving always, for as long as I can remember, has aroused me. Maybe it’s the vibrations of the clippers, maybe it’s just the touch, the probing with my own fingers, who knows. I was emitting the lovely fragrance of sex.

I felt Duke move my hand out of the way and his tongue replace it. I must admit, it felt good. The long, hot, form of his tongue was a welcomed feel to my intimate being. So much so, I wasn’t thinking, about anything, especially not my disgust for this act.

I couldn’t take it much more, he’d only been down for a minute, and I was loosing it. The whole time I was chanting in my head repeatedly, the dog is licking my pussy. At first it was my attempt to convince myself to make him stop, but it made me hotter every time I said it.

Within minutes I was moaning and shuttering about my climax. That was by far the quickest cum I’d ever had, I think it was too quick for Duke. He didn’t stop licking at that, he instead, became fiercer in his pursuit to find the source of his desire, the slimy juice now running profusely from my cunt.

As he continued to lap at my throbbing cunt, I laid back and put my legs up, as though resting them in stirrups. This allowed him more access than the other position. He soon noticed the sinking motion his tongue felt at a certain spot and became obsessed with that spot. I could feel his cold nose on my clit, causing a rumble inside at every glance. Meanwhile he was devouring his tongue ever deeper into my aching cunt.

He found the source and he wasn’t deterring, even for a second. This was amazing, he was reaching heights that some men I’ve been with couldn’t, and Duke was using his tongue only. Another orgasm was fast approaching. I needed to hold something, I grabbed for the sheets on the bed a mere two feet away. I clutched them for mercy as I exploded in another rush of rapture.

Frozen in the moment, I was oblivious to Duke as he walked over me and squatted. With my bum on the pillow, I was elevated to a level and position that Duke found very inviting.

Ouch! I felt something stab me, I thought maybe in his energized state he bit me. That’s when I felt it again and opened my eyes fully. All I could see was the once glorious tongue dangling over my face. I felt it again, it was the bone in his boner, very sharp and off target.

My former self quickly regained control over my once convulsing body as I tried to push him off. The tongue was one thing and this was another, this was going too far. He growled showing his frustration with my attempts to break free, I froze once again.

Damn it! The bone hit me again, he wasn’t very good at this. I couldn’t take another blow like that from his ever stiffening member. I reached down to insure his next attempt would be successful. What was I doing I thought, I’m helping this dog, this inhumanly animal put his cock in my unwelcoming womanhood.

Hey, it was better than being stabbed again. Alas, he had his way as his growing cock managed its way into my flesh. Oh no, he was inside, now what? I pondered. Duke soon showed me, would it be too obvious to say he was humping like a hound dog? Five minutes under and I couldn’t have expected to feel what I was.

I felt like a man thinking with his little head. My crotch was burning, it was on fire with passion, hunger. My body was betraying me with every stroke. Then I felt something, something very large at the bottom of his dog cock. This was the dreaded knot described in many of the stories, but didn’t most of them say you get stuck to it? For how long, oh no.

I had to go to work and people would be very worried if I was late, I’ve never been late once in my life, and my boss and co-workers know that.

Oh my God, what if one of them comes here looking for me and finds me here, with, with this dog taking me for his own?. What if my boss comes and finds me under my precious greyhound shuttering with every orgasm?. This couldn’t happen, I would be ruined.

I tried again to free myself from the clutches of this beastly creature. Again he barked and growled, the growl lasting much longer this time than last. I remained and he continued once he felt it was safe. This wasn’t going to get any better by making him bite me.

Steadily he plunged his monstrous member deep within my honey pot. Duke started panting loudly, his thrusts becoming short and quick, once he had buried himself inside at least. I could feel the knot knocking and hammering trying to get in. It was too big, I had never been stretched as this dog was stretching me. The knot wasn’t going to fit.

I think this angered Duke and he began slamming into me trying to get it in. Pop!, I swear I heard when it finally came in. The pain wasn’t immediate. I was in too much shock at the sheer size of it to feel pain. However, the shock soon subsided and the pain was eager to replace it.

Now his movements changed, he was no longer stroking in and out. He was simply lunging about. I could feel his prick getting larger and larger still. His panting picked up the pace as he started getting a bit shaky.

I was being stuffed. My vaginal walls hurt, they hurt from the mass held within. I didn’t know what to expect, did dogs cum like men do? Could I get pregnant? No, that’s silly I told myself.

The climax that was abandoned when his knot entered, was returning. Returning with a force unlike any other I’ve ever felt. This was almost enough to have my desire and my body passionately entwined in this crude act of love.

I fought it, I fought as though my life depended on it. After all, it did. I couldn’t live with myself after this as it was, if it became the best sex I’ve ever had, it would surely be worse. Every man I’ll ever be with, the whole time he’s in me, I’ll be thinking of Duke, fornicating inside my forbidden place, a forbidden act.

The chills were racing through me at alarming rates, I was loosing control of my senses. I couldn’t hear anything but the panting. I couldn’t feel anything but the engorged K-9 cock fixed inside me. I couldn’t do anything except give in to this beast, this dog, and my lover.

The first wave of ecstasy was cumming over me, piercing me to the very core of my being. By the fifth wave, I was lusting for this dog to cum inside me, to fill me until I burst. His panting yet heavier, he began to seize. This was it, the moment I was only recently begging for. The beasts semen was filling me. It was hot, almost boiling my insides.

The stream of cum seemed more like a river that never ended. It was all I needed to send me into a state of chaos as my body surged in pleasure. His thrusts had stopped so I picked up where he left off. I was bucking wildly against him, I didn’t want it to end.

I reveled in the feel of his hot, sticky jism oozing down the crack of my ass. Time stood still for us. The excitement of being raped by my dog kept me in a euphoric state for what seemed like days. I let out one, long, loud moan that echoed through the room like a foghorn.

Duke turning only interrupted me.

“Duke, what are you doing?”

He was turning to put us what should have been rear to rear. I was still feeling tingles all over, like I was in a capsule of nails, lightly piercing my skin from head to toe, inside and out. The next fifteen minutes are a blur of stillness, erotica. My heart beat resounding through my head. The intoxicating cum resonating in my cunt.

With all my fantasies and desires now replaced with nothing but Duke. The knot slipped out pulling his flaccid penis with it, opening the floodgates to my soul. The cum still flowing out of my abused cunt, I laid there for hours.

Nobody came looking for me, though the phone rang nonstop. I took vacation the rest of the week. I wanted to explore every asset of my four legged lover. Over that time we tried everything. I found that I was in awe of the taste of his doggy seed. Like an addict, his cum was my fix.

I now want to share my story as those before me. My views on dog sex have changed from revulsion to obsession, and if this is being a sick pervert, that’s all I want to be.