A story of a couple who find a dog for their love play

Let me make it absolutely clear before I start with
this true tale, I am not in anyway gay. I have never
wanted to be fucked by another man or even thought
about getting intimate with a member of the same sex.

Sure, I love watching two women going at it, in fact, I
derive great pleasure from seeing a couple of girls
suck and fuck each other. Tongues and fingers going to
work. Breast to breast or sixty-nine, I don’t mind.
It’s a male thing I guess, though I am not sure what
the girls think. It’s okay if they are inclined toward
same sex, I suppose. I don’t think seeing two men going
for gold has the same effect on a woman, but again, I
haven’t asked.

I digress.

So, the fact that I am not gay established, what would
compel me to enter into a session with a dog? I have
often wondered that to myself. The best I can come up
with is that I love watching. There is a large part of
many men that is voyeuristic.

Visual stimulation is often all a man needs to get
going. Be it two women together, a man and woman
screwing the eyeballs out of each other or indeed, a
woman with a dogs cock in any of her receptive holes.
It isn’t quite the same for the female of the species.
Stimulation for a woman is not usually visual, more a
direct approach, like finding herself in a situation
and going with the flow.

I am voyeuristic. I freely admit it. Give me a good
quality video or film and I will show you just how
aroused a man can get from just visual images.
Recently, I was given several videos involving a
neighbour of mine with her dog. She would be mortified
if she knew that her partner was peddling them. She is
quite a nice looking girl with a trim figure. Nothing
really special, but just the type that, if she flirted,
you would try and take her up on it.

Their dog is a mixed hound. Part Dalmatian and part
Irish Wolf hound. The result is a shaggy looking white
and black spotted dog, quite a bit taller in the
shoulder than a Dalmatian, but not as hairy or big as
an Irish Setter. Needless to say, he was big enough in
all departments. Judging from the video of him humping
Sally’s arse, I would have guessed his cock to be about
nine or ten inches in length with a knot the size of a
tennis ball.

Unlike many of the clips I have found on the net, this
animal knew how to use his equipment. No searching
around for the right hole, just straight onto her back,
and cock right into her cunt first time. It was also
obvious from the scenes, that he really enjoyed getting
sucked off by her lucious lips.

The film was a compilation of sessions. In some of the
short clips, she would be on her knees getting rammed
and reamed by the animal. In others, she was giving
head to the hound as he stood, swallowing him to his
knot and doing her best to gulp down his emissions.
There were a few of the dog laying on its back while
she mounted him, but I found these to be less
satisfying in the visual sense as well as for the dog.

To meet Sally in the street, you would never think for
one moment that she indulged in sexual games with her
dog. Always, she would be immaculately dressed, her
hair would always be just so and when she spoke to
relative strangers; there would always be an aloofness
about her manner of speech. But, now I know different,
just like any other ordinary person, she has her little
likes. Getting fucked by her dog being one of them.

As I said, the tape is made up of several sessions and
in no particular order. John, her partner, hadn’t
attempted to edit the tape, just faithfully recorded
the episodes as they happened. You can imagine the
quality of some of the scenes. Camera shake features
largely, possibly from knocking one off the wrist while
filming. Several of the clips had them both in the
frame.

The dog and John, double-teaming on Sally. Either John
down her throat while the dog was shafting her from
behind or vice versa. In every case though, the dog
would produce copious amounts of seminal fluid, always
more than she would handle. It either dribbled down her
neck or sprayed from her beautiful cunt, often hitting
the lens of the camera.

But one scene in particular, stood out. Jasper, I think
that was the dog’s name, had been humping her cunt, but
hadn’t tied with her. Cum was dripping from her,
mingling with the clipped pubic hairs on her pouting
pussy. Jasper had retired, leaving Sally and John to
finish up. She was working on his cock, giving head
like a professional and john obviously loved every
smooth stroke of her tongue and lips, he would not be
able to stand too much more.

Suddenly, Jasper obscured the camera. The next thing I
could see was Jasper mounted on Sally, she was still
giving John a good old-fashioned blowjob. Nothing out
of the ordinary until Sally screamed around John’s
cock. Jasper had entered her, but instead of his
usually infallible aim, he had jabbed his dick straight
into her arse and was going for broke.

All nine or so inches had penetrated her, but being
positioned as she was, there was nothing she could
really do about it. Jasper had clasped her waist and he
had joined with her in a really unnatural way. The
camera angle could not have been better positioned. I
had a full view; Jasper fucked her arse while she
descended into moans in time with the dog’s thrusts.
The knot banged against her tailbone a few times.

I remember thinking that it had to hurt like hell, and
then it slipped through her sphincter and disappeared
into her body. Jasper yelped and thrust involuntarily,
pumping his seed deep inside her. The extra buzz that
John got from this frantic episode was too much and his
own seed filled her at the other end.

For the first time on the tape, she and Jasper were
well and truly locked. Her muscles had contracted
around his knot, locking him into her. Jasper tried to
get away, but only succeeded in turning around so they
were arse to arse.

Sally was gasping from the feel of this huge ball
inside her and John’s cum that had passed the point
where she could spit it out. It didn’t last long before
she regurgitated the cum. Several times on the tape,
she would swallow either of their emissions, but the
added excitement or pain, was too much for her stomach
to take.

Jasper managed to extract himself with an audible pop
leaving her arse gapping open and what looked like
gallons of cum rushing out of her. Sally was crying
while John was trying the comfort her, saying sorry and
patting her hand. She told him not to be so fucking
stupid, and that that is how she wanted it from now on.

Anyway, that is pretty much how the tape went. I admit,
I really enjoyed watching Jasper fuck Sally into the
next week and was amazed at how accommodating a human
body could be. It was then that I wondered what it
would have felt like. I couldn’t imagine having
something like that shoved into me. I couldn’t imagine
how it must have felt when the dog’s knot slipped into
her and his cum flooding her intestines.

I admit that the idea intrigued me. So much so, that I
experimented with one of my wife, Niki’s dildos that
night. First making sure that I wouldn’t get disturbed.
It would have been just too embarrassing to try and
explain why I had this fucking great big pink piece of
rubber stuffed up my behind.

I ran a bath, liberally applied KY jelly to my anal
passage, and then, carefully inserted the pink
monstrosity up my arse. Apart from pressure on my
bladder, the feeling was something of an anti climax.
Even using my imagination, which I am very good at, and
pulling the thing in and out of my shitter, I was
unimpressed. I couldn’t get a hard on with the thing in
place and quickly became quite sore. I admit to having
a first class wank after relieving myself of the rubber
assault truncheon, but that was with the mental picture
of Jasper fucking my arse as he had with Sally.

Over the next few weeks, I tried on several occasions,
to derive some kind of pleasurable experience using
several of my wife’s toys. Some of them were better
than others, but by and large, not much was to be
gained from doing it.

I got to the point of being bored with attempting to
get some extra sensation and gave up on the idea.
Besides, screwing the wife into the bed felt really
good and she could do for me what no other rubber toy
could. Apart from watching the tape occasionally, I
forgot about getting fucked in the arse for quite some
time. Instead, I found other visual and actual
stimulants. That is another story for another time.

Years went by. We moved once or twice, always my job
dictating my location. We left London behind us and
moved to the coast where I was now Director of a
construction company. Life was good, plenty of money,
nice house, cars and so on. All the stuff that goes
with the position. We would have liked a few kids, but
one of us it seemed, was unable. Just as well I
suppose, kids have a tendency to stifle the romance of
living and fucking.

I digress again.

One of the perks of having no money worries was being
able to buy a huge place. Five bedrooms, a garage for
three cars and several acres of land. My wife spent her
energies, landscaping the front and really making the
place just so beautiful. She had worked very hard,
almost to the point of exhaustion, but it was finished
and to celebrate her creation and the fact she was
about to become forty. I threw a big party, inviting
all of our friends as well as many local people we had
grown to know and trust.

The party was a brilliant success. So many kind
gestures of gifts and well wishing, but one gift turned
out to be better than all the rest.

Enzo came into our lives. At ten months old, he was
already almost fully-grown into a very nice looking
pointer. His manners were impeccable and my wife fell
head over heels in love with his engaging, hang dog
look. Over the next few months, Niki lavished
attention on the dog, forming a bond that would be
unbreakable.

The inevitable happened. One day, returning from the
golf course and a game that had been washed out. I
found her and the dog, locked in an embrace that left
nothing to the imagination. Niki was horrified that I
had found her in such a compromising position, but I
soon allayed her fears, explaining that it didn’t faze
me in the slightest. Completely the opposite, we made
movies, the star attraction being Niki and Enzo.

One day was to be the start of something though, and
this is why I say I am not in anyway gay. We were
indulging in one of our regular activities with me at
Niki’s head and Enzo doing what he did best,
fucking her cunt and making her his bitch. Niki, as
usual, enjoyed the dog’s attentions and shuddered her
orgasms until she had had enough.

Enzo licked himself clean and allowed her to retreat
into her bedroom. Usually, I would open the back door
so that he could run around for a while before we
retired to bed. Tonight though, it was as if Enzo
hadn’t been satisfied. Instead of running full tilt
through the door, he padded up to me and started to
clean my cock.

If you ever get the chance, have a dog lick your dick,
it is the most wonderful sensation ever, try it. A
slick but rough tongue running over the delicate skin,
is just mind blowing. Fuck it I though, why not do the
same for him. I had never thought about taking
Enzo’s cock in my mouth, but when I did, it felt
like the most natural thing in the world. For the first
time, I was to taste the purple veined monster that
Niki had slurped on so many times.

The taste was like nothing I had experienced before.
The fact is, he didn’t really taste at all. I guess he
had removed all traces of himself and Niki when he had
cleaned himself. I managed to get about half of him in
my mouth. The pointed end nudged my tonsils almost
gagged me. But, it was okay, Enzo wanted to hump my
face, but I think his training with Niki helped.

I marveled at Niki’s ability to swallow all of this
huge cock. I tried to get as much of him in my mouth as
possible, but it was nowhere near the amount Niki
swallowed on a regular basis. Having established that
it was going to be about four or five inches that I
would be able to handle, we soon got into a rhythm of
me drawing him into my mouth and he gently pushing
forward from his hip thrusts.

Slowly, Enzo’s knot began to grow in my hand that I
was using to control his depth. His thrusts were
beginning to become more urgent and I tasted at last,
his pre-cum as it trickled down my throat. It was
slightly salty with a musty undertone. I have tasted my
own semen, licking it from Niki’s pussy on many an
occasion. I find the taste a bit unpleasant, but
Enzo was okay. I didn’t get that burning sensation
at the back of my throat.

I had a decision to make. Do I take this dog in my
mouth to completion, or let him hump my hand until he
had finished? I chose the latter, not wanting to go so
far for a first time. We changed positions and he
started to go for broke in my hands. It was then I
remembered my thoughts from so long ago. Fuck it, why
not?

So that was it, choice made, I was going to let this
animal jump my bones. Who knew, it might even be good
for me as well as the dog.

I knelt on the fur rug that Niki and I used for these
sessions. Enzo seemed to recognize that anyone
kneeling on this old sheepskin was up for it. Without
further encouragement, he straddled my back and quested
for any hole to park his cock. Several attempts almost
resulted in me having a second hole torn in me. I
hadn’t realised just how sharp his cock could be. I
gently grasped him and guided the slippery tool to the
right place.

Enzo filled my arse. His cock slid into me like it
actually belonged there. He began to frantically
scrabble his hind legs to get a better angle, so I
spread my knees a bit and then he really zeroed in.
Every inch of him slid straight in and brought forth
from me, a gasp of inhuman proportions. It felt as if
my guts were on fire and my ring split from one side to
the other. He was relentless, holding my hips in a vice
like grip as he thrust into me.

I had had a hard on, but it was rapidly going down.
Pressure on my bladder was becoming uncomfortable and
it felt like I wanted to pee. Enzo adjusted his
position and thrust harder. Suddenly, I lost control of
his knot, which I had been holding to prevent him
getting too far. And in it went. Immediately, the
pressure on my bladder was relieved and a new sensation
overtook me.

Inadvertently, he had hit the ‘G’ spot and my cock
erupted all over the floor, I wasn’t even hard, but
getting there all the time. Enzo kept up the assault
on me and his knot still hitting and rubbing the spot.
I came and just kept having an orgasm. Even when I had
spent my seed on the floor, the intense pleasure would
not recede, just wave after wave of incredible
pleasure.

He came suddenly, white-hot jism filled my anal cavity
greasing his pole and allowing his knot to slip out
with no problem. He pulled away and began to clean me
of his seed. This was more than I could stand and I
fell forward onto my face, flat on the floor.

“Gets you that way don’t it?”

Niki had been watching from the doorway. Her fingers
had spread the lips of that beautiful cunt and worked
her clit into a swollen frenzy. There was nothing I
could do for her; I was still coming down from the
assault of the dog.

We regularly swap the dog these days. I have had many
‘G’ spot orgasms, but none quite like that first one.

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