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Lisa’s Surprise

Lisa was very surprised when Jonathan came home with a present . “I’m going to be travelling a lot for the next few months, so I didn’t want you to get lonely,” said Jonathan . It, was a beautiful one and a half-year-old German Shepard. “I didn’t want to get you a puppy, they’re too much work. The shelter swears that he’s a trained and housebroken already ”. “He’s beautiful, Jon, but shouldn’t you have asked me first?” said Lisa. She was having very mixed feelings, but not for the obvious reasons . “I want someone here to protect you while I’m gone,” said Jonathan . They had been living together for over a year now, and this was the first time he would be away for any length of time . Lisa was instantly taken with the dog. He was quite a handsome animal. But she was nervous having a dog around. Especially a male dog. And this one was obviously quite male . “Why don’t you give him a name, Lisa?” Jonathan suggested. “I don’t know,” she said reluctantly . “How about Duke,” he suggested. “Too trite,” she said, “you might as well call him Rover. If we’re going to keep him, he needs a real name. How about Samson. He looks strong ”. “Samson it is,” said Jonathan. Lisa looked at the dog nervously, “So I guess we’re keeping him?” she asked. “Absolutely,” said Jonathan. “What if he doesn’t like me?” Lisa asked (actually her concerns were completely the opposite, but she didn’t say anything. Didn’t even think it, mostly.) So, Samson moved in and became part of the household. He was quite friendly, and took to Lisa especially. Jonathan remarked on it, “He’s a good dog, but he really seems to like you the most, Lisa. I guess he knows I got him for you ”. Lisa shivered a little at that. Jonathan was leaving for a two-week trip to Asia tonight and she would be all alone in the house with Samson. She was a little nervous about that. She couldn’t articulate why completely . Samson was a good dog, and since he’d been around, she had felt safer. He was very friendly to her, always following her around and licking her hand. Maybe because he was so ‘obviously’ male. She couldn’t help noticing sometimes when his ‘thing’ started showing (his ‘thing’ she laughed at herself; how old are you, its a cock! you’d never know I’m thirty sometimes.) Despite herself, she felt herself blushing . She had always been a little nervous around dogs. Well that wasn’t really true . She’d always had mixed feelings about them. She had a dog in college, a female named Missy. Also a very friendly dog, always licking. She smiled remembering. Once, one of her sorority sisters had told her, while they were very drunk, about letting her dog lick her ‘down there’ and how good it had felt. Lisa had been floored by the conversation, and pushed it out of her mind . But the thought had stuck and one night when she had been drinking (a lot!), she had come back to her apartment and Missy had been very glad to see her. Well, it was a particularly horny time of month and Lisa found herself on the bed, playing with herself when Missy jumped on the bed. Remembering her conversation with her friend, Lisa thought, “Well, maybe just a little lick.” And she pushed Missy’s head into her moist crotch. Missy dove in with enthusiasm, and Lisa found herself, quite unexpectedly, coming like crazy . Afterwards, she felt mortified. “How could I have let that happen.” She pushed Missy away and went to sleep . But despite her deep feelings of embarrassment and denial, Lisa found that there was many a night when she came home drunk, only when she was drunk!, and let Missy take her to a forbidden and embarrassingly powerful orgasm or three . But all that had stopped when Lisa graduated, moved to the big city, got a small apartment and a busy job. She had, reluctantly, had to give Missy away. And she gradually pushed the whole thing out of her mind. Until now! Looking at Samson, all the familiar feelings of guilt and embarrassment and, yes, and lust, came flooding back to her. Lisa was suddenly afraid. Afraid of what she might do, What she might want to do, if she was alone in the apartment with Samson . “Please don’t go, Jonathan,” she said suddenly reaching for him. Jonathan laughed, “I’ll miss you too, honey, but I have to go. Two weeks will go by pretty fast though, you’ll see.” He snapped his suitcase closed and got ready to leave . “Gotta go, car’s outside.” Inexplicably, Lisa started sobbing. She wasn’t usually the emotional, clingy type . Jonathan picked up his suitcase, gave her a big hug, a deep kiss, and was out the door . Lisa slumped down on the couch, “I guess its just you and me, Samson.” She looked at the dog nervously. “I need a drink,” she thought, and got up, pouring herself a scotch. Actually, it was a big scotch. She gulped it down and splashed some more in the glass. “nothing to do tonight but have a few drinks and go to sleep,” she said to herself . Samson came over and laid down next to her. A few minutes later, she began feeling much more relaxed as the scotch spread a pleasant buzz through her head . She was feeling warm and a little… well warm . She started as she felt Samson like her foot. “Now don’t you start getting ideas,” she giggled to herself. “I’m going to bed.” She got up to go to bed, looking down at the dog at her feet. She suddenly blushed, “He is definitely male,” she thought. The pink tip of his cock was poking out! She was totally embarrassed. “I can’t believe I’m looking at it!” she thought to herself. Flustered, she walked quickly to her bedroom to get ready for bed . [to be continued ]

Chapter 2 : A little confused, Lisa retreated to her bedroom. She felt quite warm from her rapid scotch consumption. In fact, she felt warm all over. “I need a cold shower or a hot bath,” she laughed to herself. Instead, she did what she usually did when she felt the ‘urge’; she stripped off her clothes and pulled on a long t-shirt and lay down on her bed and proceeded to amuse herself . Stroking herself, she thought about being alone in the apartment. “I wish I wasn’t alone,” she thought. “Why did he have to leave tonight. And for two weeks ”! She felt her excitement rising. Suddenly, she heard a crash in the living room and remembered, “I’m not alone. Samson’s here.” she thought. “Samson.” a little shiver ran throught her. “I hope he didn’t break anything ”. Lisa sighed, “I was so close. Well, I better see what he did.” She got up and walked out of her bedroom. She was wearing the thin t-shirt. Only the t-shirt. Lisa didn’t give it a second thought. At least consciously . She walked out into the livingroom. One of the lamps had been knocked over. Nothing broken. “Lucky for you, Samson,” she said. He looked at her eagerly. “Too eagerly”, she thought. Again, a little shiver ran through her . Samson came over to her, thumping his tail and rubbing against her leg. “I’m glad to see you too, you nut. Now stop breaking things and settle down.” Lisa turned to walk back to her bedroom. Samson followed close behind. “Where do you think you’re going?” she asked. Samson looked at her enthusiastically . “No, you stay out here.” she turned and reached for the door. In a flash, Samson was right behind her with his snout up under her t-shirt. “Hey, don’t be rude.” Lisa reached down to push him away. The dog pushed forward and lapped his tongue across her bare bottom. “Stop that Samson!” Lisa yelled . Lisa was still twitching from her interrupted pleasure session and she felt a rush as Samson’s tongue grazed her already moist crotch. “Wow, ” she thought, “I forgot how good that feels.” She pushed him away, but with less resolve. Samson pressed his advantage and took a full swipe. This time he grazed her clit and Lisa felt an electric shock flash through her body . “Well,” she thought, rationalizing, “It’s not lick this is the first time I’ve done this. Maybe just a little lick til I come ”. She turned and walked to the bed, laying down on her back with her legs dangling over the side. Samson followed close behind. As soon as Lisa was on the bed, he pushed his snout forward, forcing her legs apart. “Hey, hold on there boy, I’m in charge here,” said Lisa, just the least bit uncertainly . Samson surged forward, working his tongue into her wet crotch. Soon he was licking with gusto. Lisa lay back. She had almost forgotten the sensation of being licked by an eager dog. It had been years. She had felt so guilty about it all, she had almost pushed it out of her mind . Now the sensations came rushing back to her with a vengeance. She felt herself rapidly approaching climax. Samson pushed his tongue insistently into her. She felt herself giving in to the onrushing sensations as an orgasm washed over her . As soon as the feeling subsided, Lisa was overwhelmed with guilt. She reached down and pushed Samson away from her. He pushed his head back into her crotch . Lisa grabbed his collar and pulled, which got his head out of her crotch and onto her stomach. She pulled again. Suddenly, his head was pushing against her breasts, naked and swollen under her thin t-shirt . Suddenly, she felt it! IT! Samson’s erect cock was pushing against her leg! Lisa flushed at the thought. It was hot. And long. And it was sliding up her leg ! “Oh god, get away from me,” she screamed, suddenly panicked. She pulled on his collar again, which only pulled the dog further up her nearly naked body. She felt IT. Now it was pushing against her thigh. The INSIDE of her thigh! Lisa felt a sudden surge of fear, joined with incredible sudden lust. IT… slide up to her upper thigh. She felt it was hard… and slick! “NO,” she thought frantically, as the tip touched her crotch and she came. Hard. Without warning . She hugged Samson to her as the waves pulsed through her body. As suddenly as it hit, the orgasm subsided and Lisa shoved Samson away and ran to the bathroom, overcome with remorse and guilt . Lisa was shaking. She slammed the bathroom door and locked it. She was shivering, overcome with shame. She looked in the mirror and looked away. She couldn’t believe what had almost happened. His thing (“Stop that,” she thought, “His cock” she could hardly think it.) was right between her legs, and she was ready to let it happen . She sat down on the toilet seat as her knees buckled abruptly. She was still shaking. The orgasm was sudden, and powerful… and wrong. “It was one thing,” she thought, “to let him lick me til I came. But this….” Lisa knew in her heart that she was quivering from more than shame. It was lust and desire as well. But so wrong, so shamefully wrong . She sat in the bathroom for over an hour, crying and wringing her hands, hoping Samson would back in his bed in the living room when she came out . Finally she emerged. Samson was indeed back in the other room . Lisa collapsed in her bed .

Chapter 3 Lisa lay in her bed, confused thoughts spinning in her mind. She was deeply troubled by her reaction to Samson and felt horribly guilty, ashamed. “How could I let it go so far… he was almost…” Her thoughts trailed off. It was just so mortifying, she could hardly think about it. She drifted off into sleep . The next morning, Lisa woke up, feeling good. She jumped out of bed, ready to start the day. By the light of day, last nights events seemed much more manageable. She blamed it all on the scotch, “I shouldn’t drink alone, it always gets me too horny.” She laughed it off to herself, and walked out into the kitchen, still wearing her thin t-shirt . She didn’t give it a second thought, at least consciously. Looking back, she later realized she was deliberately but deniably tempting fate, playing with fire, her own fire! But at the moment, most of her wasn’t thinking about a thing except starting the day . She walked into the kitchen, began to start breakfast and remembered Samson. Samson! She pushed the thoughts of last night out of her head and put some dogfood out for him. Samson wolfed down the food, lapped up some water, and lay down, watching her . Lisa bustled around the kitchen, and leaned over to set the table for her own breakfast. Samson snuck up behind her and nosed up under her t-shirt. Lisa practically jumped and wheeled around to face him. “No, Samson, bad dog!” she reprimanded. Samson looked at her, confused, with big puppydog eyes. “Yes, you’re cute, but don’t be rude,” Lisa said . Samson just wagged his tail and playfully jumped up with his paws against her chest. Lisa laughed and took a step backwards. “You already had breakfast. Its my turn now”. Samson pushed against her. “He is strong,” she thought, not for the first time. She took another step backward. Lisa looked down and noticed with a start, “Its showing!” It was disconcerting to be reminded of his protruding maleness . She took another step back. The dog was heavy! He was pushing her back toward the family room. A thrill ran through Lisa’s mind. “He’s attracted to me.” She instantly suppressed the thought, “Don’t be ridiculous, this is a dog ”. But she felt herself stirring. “The dog had desires and needs of his own,” she thought to herself, “Its not just what I want.” Lisa shivered a little at that, and took another step backward as Samson continued to push his paws into her chest . Suddenly she felt the cushion of the couch against her knees, and sat down abruptly, propelled by the dog’s paws pushing her backwards. “Whoa, boy,” she exclaimed, startled . Lisa leaned back against the back of the couch, which had the effect of pushing her legs and crotch forward at the same time. She was suddenly reminded of her near-naked state under the thin t-shirt . Samson pushed forward, pressing his upper body against her breasts under the t-shirt. She felt his weight and felt her nipples hardening. His sudden urgency was scary and at the same time… stimulating. She felt his fur against her bare legs , and was startled by the sudden and insistent feel of his erect cock, pushing toward his goal… toward HER ! Lisa was suddenly all too aware of her circumstances, her near-naked state and the presence of an aroused, (“FULLY aroused” she thought to herself) animal pressing himself toward her . “I can’t do this!” her panic hit her like a lightening bolt. She felt IT brush against her pubic hair, and freaked out. She suddenly found the strength to push him away, leapt off the couch and ran into her bedroom, sobbing . She did have the presence of mind to slam the door behind her . Lisa lay in her bed, sobbing and panting. With shame and confusion, she lay quivering, thinking about what had almost just happened. No alchohol to blame this time! “What’s wrong with me…” she sobbed, “How could I let him almost…almost,” it was too awful to contemplate . But as she thought about what almost was, she found herself reaching down between her legs, sobbing and shaking, and stroked herself to a quaking orgasm . She lay in bed afterwards, still upset. Still confused. Still aroused. Angry with herself for her arousal. Angry at Samson. Mad at her husband for getting the dog and leaving her alone with him. Scared of her own powerful reaction . “What am I going to do for the next two weeks?” she thought . [to be continued ]

Chapter 4 Lisa spent the day in a state of mind-whirling confusion, embarrassment and shame. Every time she thought about it, she felt sick to her stomach. Samson and his… his… she couldn’t even think it. Her face was burning, it was so shameful and forbidden. And what’s worse, she had almost let it happen… almost let him … She couldn’t get it out of her mind. And every time she thought about it, she felt herself stirring. Truth be told, she was drenched between her legs, and that just made her feel worse. “What is wrong with me. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this,” she thought reproachfully, trying to push it out of her mind . She spent the whole day out of the house, afraid to go home. Knowing that Samson was there waiting for her. Finally, she couldn’t postpone it any longer. It was time to go home. She pulled up to the house. She was dreading opening the door. Her jeans felt tight around her crotch. “Stop being silly, he’s just a dog!” she told herself . Shaking her head, Lisa opened the door and walked into the house. Samson was there, wagging his tail, glad to see her. “I’ll bet you are,” Lisa thought. She busied herself around the house, getting dinner ready, setting out food and water for Samson in his bowl. All the while, Samson’s eyes followed her . Periodically, Lisa glanced nervously at him out of the corner of her eye. Every time, he was looking at her! She became self-conscious, like being at a bar and having a guy looking at her constantly. But this was worse. She was alone in the house, with a big dog. A big, very obviously male dog. And he was watching her . Very obviously male! She glanced over and saw his thing (his COCK!) picking out from beneath him. Unbidden, the recollection forced its way into her mind, that sharp, hard, moist implement sliding its way up her leg… her BARE leg. The strength of Samson as he tried to push his way toward her… no INTO her. Lisa shivered involuntarily, but couldn’t tear her eyes away from it . “I need a drink,” she thought, heading for the bar. “Be careful, girl, this is how you got in trouble last night,” she warned herself. Half kidding herself, she promised she’d just have a little nip, to relax. The dog was making her nervous . She poured herself a little scotch, maybe more than a little, and went into her room to change. And get away from the uncomfortable awareness of male eyes following her every move ! Lisa went into her room and changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants…“ no bare flesh to confuse Samson tonight,” she thought, and went back into the kitchen to eat her dinner. But she couldn’t get the thought of his pink cock out of her mind

Chapter 4 : Lisa finished her dinner quickly and retired to the couch in the family room. She still felt a little uneasy, especially when Samson followed her into the room and lay down at her feet. She reached for her glass, which she had refilled after finishing dinner (“a little more won’t hurt”) and took a long pull . The warmth of it made her feel better, more relaxed. She settled in to watch TV. Samson cuddled up closer, pushing up against her leg. Lisa looked down at him, and her attention was suddenly riveted… his pink tip was pushing out again! She couldn’t take her eyes off it. The TV was forgotten, she just kept staring down at the tantalizing sight between the dog’s legs. Lisa’s mouth was suddenly dry, and she felt her face flush. Feigning indifference (“He’s just a dog, Lisa. Harmless,” she thought to herself, not entirely truthfully), she reached down to pat the dog’s head . Soon she was stroking the back of his neck and his strong shoulders. His fur was soft, and she felt the muscles rippling beneath his coat. “What a beautiful animal,” she thought, pretending to purely innocent intent . She continued to pet him, absently, and her hand found its way to his flank. “All completely innocent,” she thought to herself. The dog was obviously enjoying the attention . Suddenly, Samson flipped over, and where Lisa’s hand had been absently stroking his flank, she suddenly found her hand brushing his now-erect cock !! Lisa pulled her hand away like she had suddenly touched a hot stove. “A hot poker,” she giggled to herself to relieve the tension . But there it was in front of her, hard, erect and … tantalizing. Lisa stared at it . Samson lay there expectantly. His erect “poker” was inches from her fingers . Lisa licked her dry lips, “Just a touch won’t hurt anything,” she thought to herself. Almost without volition, she felt her fingers close around Samson’s erection . As she touched it, she felt a jolt of excitement, which she tried to ignore. Mesmerized, she ran her fingers tentatively along its firm length, and soon was stroking it with increasing concentration. It was firm, and slick, and hot (“Hotter than a man’s,” Lisa remarked to herself). She found it strangely compelling to keep manipulating. She found herself taking mental notes, (“Its shaped differently, the end is pointier, and what’s that bulb at the base?”) the clinical concentration masking her own growing arousal . Lisa was surprised when she saw a drop of moisture emerge from the tip and dribble down the side of his cock. (“Just like a man,” she thought) She continued to stroke Samson’s hard length, and was rewarded with another drop . It soon became a sort of game, to see how soon the next drop would form and roll off the pointy tip. Lisa felt her breath quicken . A loud sound from the TV suddenly broke her reverie. Lisa looked around with a start, “Oh my god, I’m all alone in my apartment with this huge dog. This huge, MALE dog, and I’m playing with his cock. Who knows what he’ll do now that I’ve got him all aroused ”. Lisa jumped up and ran into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her. Her head was spinning a little from the strong drinks and she climbed into bed, pulling the covers over her . She lay in bed, guilt-stricken at what she had been doing with Samson. But, unbidden, her fingers crept down under her sweatpants and between her legs and she found that she was soaked! Dripping ! Lisa was instantly flushed with shame at her reaction to the animal, but she began stroking herself with growing enthusiasm as she berated herself for giving in to temptation and curiosity. And all the while, unbidden, the image of Samson’s hot firm cock danced before her eyes. In her mind, she saw herself stroking him, saw the beads of his precum rising from the sharp tip and rolling down his shaft . She slid the sweatpants (and panties) off to give herself better access. Her excitement rising, she thought about Samson and his erection and began to feverishly imagine further acts. She thought about her encounter with him the previous night (“I felt IT sliding up my leg!”), and about the next morning, when she had tempted him (“Yes, I admit it, I was teasing him”) in her short t-shirt . She remembered him, paws pushing against her, forcing her back toward the couch (“He wanted me!!!”). Lisa felt her excitement rising toward a wild climax, when suddenly she froze. “What’s that sound,” she thought with a start . It was a scraping sound. With a jolt, she realized it was Samson scratching on the door. On the BEDROOM door. “He knows I’m in here,” Lisa quailed, “He wants to come in,” she thought. Then she chuckled, “He wants to 'come in .”’ The full impact of that thought suddenly registered, and Lisa exploded in a heart-stopping orgasm, accompanied by the increasing insistent scratching and a rising whining sound from the excited animal. “He wants in,” she thought, and came again. Hard . [to be continued ]

Chapter 6 (sorry had 2 chapter 4s) Lisa lay in her bed, trembling. She had just had two mind-numbing orgasms, and she was exhausted, but still somehow wanted more . She was also overcome with guilt over what she’d been thinking as she came. And what she’d been doing to Samson (“his COCK!!” the image jumped in her mind, red-hot. Electric. Wrong.) Lisa felt totally conflicted and embarrassed. And… scared. He was right outside her door! His insistent scratching and whining made it impossible to ignore. Made HIM impossible to ignore . Minutes went by. “Maybe if he thinks I’m asleep, he’ll settle down and go to sleep too,” she thought . But Samson was not going away easily. Or quietly. All of a sudden, he stopped whining and started barking. Loudly ! Lisa froze. “He’ll wake the whole building!” she thought. He kept barking, and scratching. She didn’t know what to do . If she let him keep barking, she’d be in trouble with the building tomorrow. Big-time. The building had no tolerance for noisy pets. They’d even evicted one couple last year for causing a problem with their dogs . Samson kept barking. But Lisa knew she couldn’t let him in… she felt a rush of fear which stabbed down her belly, turning into something that was not fear, but … fearful anticipation. She knew what he wanted. HE wanted her. He wanted HER !! She shivered and felt herself clench up. He wanted her . “Maybe I can just quiet him down if I talk to him,” she thought. She got up and walked to the door. She carefully opened it just a crack . “Quiet down, Samson,” she scolded in what she hoped was a stern voice. Samson looked at her… and lunged against the door, flinging it open, and throwing her to the floor . Samson was on her in a heartbeat. Lisa had forgotten she’d taken off her sweatpants and panties and wore only her top. Nothing stood between her and the muscular and obviously aroused animal . Her heart pounding, Lisa grabbed for Samson, but he was too quick… and way too strong. His snout was pushing between her legs and there was nothing she could do to stop him . He licked and Lisa gasped… it felt too good. “No, this is sooo wrong,” she thought and tried to escape. But Samson kept pushing his tongue into her. Against her own will, Lisa felt her excitement rising. “I can’t come from a dog. No Samson, NO!” she was begging now . Suddenly, Lisa remembered the greater danger. She felt his erection and looked down, past his head licking her, and saw it! It was big, fully erect, she thought with a gasp . “I’ve got to stop this,” Lisa thought, and rolled away from Samson, trying to get off the floor and onto the bed . She made it halfway onto the bed, when Samson’s full weight landed on her back . Now Lisa was genuinely scared, but so hot from her earlier activities and Samson’s tongue that she could hardly think straight . She felt him pushing against her. It was hard and hot. “His red-hot poker,” she thought, as the tip touched her opening. Lisa’s whole body contracted like an electric shock as Samson pressed into her . “This is sooo bad,” she thought as he slid in. “This is sooo wrong,” she thought as she started to come. The mere thought of what was happening was so upsetting that Lisa started to cry, even as the orgasm washed through her . Sobbing, she felt him starting to swell within her. “He’s f**king me…. and I’m letting him,” she thought, weeping as she came again . “Oh god, what’s wrong with me,” she sobbed as she felt Samson starting to come. The hot come spurted into her, and she came again, shaking with forbidden excitement and shame. “F**ked by a dog” she shuddered to another orgasm and lay face down on the bed, crying her eyes out . She felt Samson’s cum dripping down her leg. She felt Samson slowly sliding out of her. She felt herself quivering with post-orgasmic tremors . Samson gave her a few licks and walked back out of the bedroom to his sleeping area . Lisa crawled into bed, her legs and private parts bathed in Samson’s come. Absolutely mortified, Lisa lay there in disbelief. “That didn’t really just happen,” she thought. But her quivering body and the huge volume of Samson’s fluids made it impossible to deny . Lisa’s body drifted off to sleep, fully satisfied. Her troubled and conflicted mind was awash in confusing and erotic images, as sleep overcame her .

Continued at long last : Lisa tossed and turned all night, obviously disturbed. She woke in the morning, and her first thought was, “Jonathan” She had never been unfaithful to him, in five years of marriage, had never even thought about another man. “But Samson isn’t another man” she whispered to herself. “Okay, but I’ve never let anyone touch me since we got engaged… no other male. No other MALE.” She flushed in a sudden flashback. He was a male. Samson. SAMSON. She had never felt so possessed. So taken. So… female . “He just took what he wanted,” she thought, “and I let him. I let him have me…” she shivered, remembering . “It won’t happen again,” she resolved. “I love Jonathan, its just not right. I’ll just pretend it never happened and never do it again.” Closed her eyes, wishing away the memory of Samson’s hard maleness, thrusting into her, his hot come filling her and running down her thighs. She pressed her legs together and clenched her teeth, willing away the memory, the sensations, the hot flush that was spreading through her as she tried to forget . “A shower, that’s what I need,” she thought, and pulled herself out of bed, determined to put it out of her mind…permanently. She walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, cold, as if to punish herself, to force the hot thoughts out of her mind. She washed herself, compulsively, trying to remove what could never be removed… the fact that an animal, her dog, her Samson, had… had … she could hardly admit it to herself, had f**ked her, had been in her most intimate places, had known her in ways that only her husband should. “Oh Jonathan,” she lamented, “why did you have to leave, none of this would have happened ”. She got out of the shower and began drying herself off, determined to put it out of her mind, when she felt it…“Oh god,” she felt it dripping out of her. Samson’s come, the undeniable evidence that he had been in her, was still in her, in the most intimate, most forbidden, most… intrusive way possible. “Oh god, ” she moaned, “I let him… and I can never take it back… I let him ”.

Lisa quickly wiped away the “evidence” and got dressed quickly. She came out of her bedroom, moving quickly and nervously into the kitchen. Samson saw her come in and jumped up, his tail wagging eagerly . Lisa ignored him, threw some food and water down and headed for the door. “I’ll be back in a little while, Samson.” and she ran out the door . Trying hard to clear her head and have a normal day, Lisa forced herself to run some normal errands before heading home to let Samson out . She came home and Samson greeted her at the door. Lisa ignored his friendly greeting, snapped a leash on his collar and took him outside. “Just do your stuff,” she said brusquely, as Samson followed close at her heels, too close for Lisa given her nervous state . As soon as Samson finished his business, she pulled him back inside and hurried out again. “I feel like I’m hiding, ” she thought, “this is silly, I’ll just go home and act normal ”. So, a little sheepishly, she went back. Samson again greeted her at the door and proceeded to follow her around the apartment. “Stop it Samson,” Lisa said sternly, but he followed right at her heels, not threateningly, but attentively . Wherever she went, she was aware of his presence, dogging her, she chuckled at that “dogging her”, now she knew where the expression came from . She quickly walked, almost ran, to her bedroom, closing the door on his snout as he tried to follow. “He wants me,” she shuddered, “he had a taste and wants more ”. She heard him scratching on the door, “Not that again,” she thought. “Oh Jonathan, where are you when I need you.” Now she felt like a prisoner in her own bedroom. It was almost scary. Almost… but also breathlessly, secretly something else. “He wants me,” she breathed. Almost… exciting. So wrong to feel that, to admit it. But… exciting . The rest of the day continued the same way, Lisa rushing out of the house and returning, quickly fleeing to her bedroom, avoiding the eager presence of Samson, denying … “Oh god,” she thought, “Jonathan won’t be home for twelve more days ”. The day finally gave way into night and she fell into a restless sleep to the sound of Samson whining and scratching at the door, reminding her of what she was trying so hard to ignore, to forget …

The next day was even worse. Samson was at her side from the moment she came out of her bedroom and would not leave her alone. He was becoming bolder too! Lisa found that if she stood still for a moment, his nose was instantly probing her crotch, even though she had worn thick sweatpants to keep him away . Lisa found herself constantly pushing his snout away. It was disconcerting and embarrassing, but the constant attention was also having an effect on her. She kept pushing it out of her mind, but all day she was reminded of Samson having his way with her… pushing into her… making her cum . The beginnings of her arousal had two effects. She found herself stealing glimpses at Samson’s belly, and, (oh god) sure enough, she soon saw the tell-tale evidence peeking out. She had to force herself to look away from that pink tip…(“get a grip girl,” she thought to herself) . But worse still, she felt herself responding!! Between the illicit glimpses of his erection, and Samson’s constant intrusion into her most personal space, she found herself getting warm and moist…(“stop it Lisa, this is totally wrong”). As she pushed him away for about the ten thousandth time, she noticed that she was a little slower to react, letting his muzzle linger a little longer each time before jumping away. And Samson’s obvious maleness was becoming harder to ignore . Harder… and harder to ignore. (“He smells me!” she shivered) . Whenever she left the apartment, her mind was filled with the image of Samson, hard and erect, pursuing her around the apartment, waiting for her to give in to him, to give him what he wanted…It was hauntingly erotic, filling her mind, while she crossed and uncrossed her legs, conscious of her own uncomfortable excitement . That night she lay in her bed tossing and turning, while again Samson whined outside her door and scratched away, reminding her… insinuating himself into her mind and elsewhere . Lisa could hardly sleep and was relieved when the phone rang . It was Jonathan. “Lisa, it’s me. I really miss you.” “You don’t know the half of it,” Lisa exclaimed. “I really need you to come home. I need you ”… “I know honey, that’s why I’m calling. This deal is really heating up and I’m going to have to stay here at least one extra week ”. Lisa’s heart sank. Another week alone in the apartment. No, not alone, isolated with a horny, increasingly out of control animal. “Jonathan, you don’t understand, you have to come home ”. “Is something wrong Lisa?” he asked. She bit her lip, yes something was very wrong, there’s a large dog in my apartment who f**ked me and wants to do it again, and I’m afraid he will, and I’m afraid I’ll let him… But all she said was , “No, I just miss you a lot ”. “Well, I’ll be home before you know it. I miss you too. Bye.” Jonathan hung up the phone . Lisa sat on the bed, her eyes tearing up. Another week, that’s sixteen more days. Too long . She got up and went toward the kitchen to make herself a tall drink. As she opened the door, she remembered Samson. He eagerly pressed his nose to her crotch, as he had all day . Lisa worked her way to the bar, half-heartedly pushing Samson away, and downed a tall glass of scotch. The warmth seemed to steady her nerves . She looked down at Samson, his tail was wagging and she could see (“How could I miss it. IT!”) that he was now fully erect . “You know Samson, maybe if I give do something about that, you’ll leave me alone.” and she reached down and rubbed his belly. Samson immediately lay down and started hunching his hips in encouragement . Emboldened by the dog’s eager cooperation, and by the glow of the scotch spreading through her, Lisa was soon stroking is erection. (“Easy girl, just get him off and he’ll calm down a little.”) It was perversely exciting to feel him throbbing and growing in her hand. In fact, it was very arousing. Lisa felt her breath quickening, as the first drops of pre-cum started to flow from Sam’s spiky red tip. She felt a glowing haze of excitement as she felt the animal responding to her efforts . At that moment, Samson suddenly got to his feet and put a paw right in the middle of her chest. Surprised, Lisa fell backwards, sprawling her legs out. Samson was instantly between her legs with his muzzle, pushing and probing. Lisa hadn’t realized how excited she had become while stroking his hardness… “his C**K!” she thought !! But now she found herself enfolded in a haze of lust. Without further thought, as if it were someone else acting in her body, she found herself raising her hips and sliding her sweatpants and panties off. Now she was completely exposed and vulnerable… no… “ completely accessible…” she thought, and then thought became impossible . Samson’s thick tongue was lapping into her and she felt herself explode into a mind-blowing orgasm, and then another. She was laying on the carpet, completely overcome with sensation, unaware. Then dimly, vaguely, she became aware that he had stopped licking and had moved his head to the side, prodding her in the hip. “He wants me to roll over, so he can f**k me,” she groaned, “like a dog.” “Like a bitch .” Lisa found herself complying, rolling over and getting up on her knees. Before she had time to reconsider, she felt his weight, climbing up on her back, forcing her head and shoulders down toward the floor . She felt his strength as he grabbed her hips and crawled forward onto her. She felt the sharp, moist point of his c**k as it worked its way between her legs, forcing, probing. Samson found the spot and slid in…(“god, I’m so wet,” she thought) and he was in her and thought again became impossible as she felt herself taken, taken like and animal (“like a bitch” she thought, and came… hard) . He pushed into her rapidly, possessing her, thrusting eagerly. Lisa felt herself pushing back. And was horrified. And excited. And appalled. And electrified . Then she felt something big…pushing at her entrance. “Oh god, the knot,” she groaned, “I can’t take that … ” And then it was in. She exploded into an even more frighteningly intense orgasm and felt his hot sperm start boiling into her. Samson grew still, and she could feel his heat throbbing within her, as she responded with a series of smaller, but still intense orgasms, feeling the fluids start to seep out and drip down her thighs, she came again, feeling herself stuck to him. It was scary. It was sexy . She tried to move away and could not. She felt herself freaking out… and came again. It was so intense to be so out of control. Samson was f**king her and she couldn’t do anything about it but “come along for the ride” until he was done. It was so humiliating. It was so sexy . P

It seemed to go on and on. Lisa was lost in a haze of sex. Attached to Samson, she felt him filling her with his hot come, and she felt herself losing herself in the sheer animal sexiness of it. She came over and over again, totally possessed by Samson’s insistent animal force. She felt taken. Taken like a female animal . Finally, it was over. Samson slipped out of her and walked away. Done with her . “Done for now, at least,” Lisa thought and shivered . She felt his juices flowing out of her, down the inside of her thighs, undeniable . She felt the scratches on her hips where Samson had held her tights while he took her, possessed her body. Undeniable . She felt her eyes tearing up, “what have I done. I’ve never been unfaithful, and here I’ve let this, this… animal…and not just once ”. Lisa started crying. But at the same time, she knew, in her heart, it would never be quite the same for her again. She couldn’t undo what she had done. Samson had taken her to a sexual place she didn’t even know she had in her. And she had let him . And she knew… she would let him again .

The next morning, Lisa woke up feeling… good . She stretched and rolled out of bed. “I feel great!” she said out loud . Then it hit her, “oh god, I can’t believe I did that… with Samson… that ”… She was overwhelmed with guilt and shame . But it sure felt good . Suddenly she looked at her clock, “8:30! I slept too long. I have to get ready for tennis! The girls are picking me up in 40 minutes ”! Lisa jumped in the shower, washed as much of Samson out of her as she could, and hurried into her tennis dress. She realized that her tennis panties were in the laundry room and she quickly walked accross the living room to the laundry to get them . Samson heard her and was at her side instantly. “not now Samson, I’m late.” Lisa said . Samson pushed his nose into her bare crotch, “not now,” Lisa giggled, “besides, that tickles ”. Samson licked more insistently. It felt … good . “Ok, just a little,” Lisa got down on the floor. She felt herself moistening, responding. He licked a few more times, sending shivers up her spine. Then the dog was instantly on her back, his hard c**k seeking entry , “No Samson, I don’t have time for this…” Lisa squealed. But it was too late. Samson was not well-versed in getting his way. And he got it. He had Lisa tight in his grip and her short tennis dress did nothing to prevent him from sliding right into her . “oh god, I’m totally wet for him,” Lisa thought helplessly as he slid into her . “oh god that feels good,” she puffed breathlessly as she came almost immediately . “oh no,” she protested as she felt him push his knot into her . “I’m stuck!” she thought, feeling him filling her. She managed a look at her watch . “Nine o'clock!” Lisa panicked, “Peggy and Joan will be here in ten minutes to get me for tennis! Samson, get off me ”! She struggled against the dog, but the wasn’t much she could do, Samson was much too big and strong for her to have much effect. Worse than that, he was stuck tight in her . She heard her cell-phone ringing. “that’s the girls calling to tell me to come downstairs!” “oh god, what am I going to do”? She felt Samson’s cock spurting its hot load into her. Filling her.It was just too much . She squirmed against the dog, trying to extricate herself, the panic rising in her , when she was overwhelmed by a huge orgasm . Somehow, she managed to pop Samson out of her. Lisa jumped up, grabbing her tennis panties and pulling them on, frenzied. Just as she managed to get herself adjusted, she heard the banging on the door , “Come on girl, we’re going to be late…what do have the poolboy in there?” Lisa’s face flushed bright red, mortified at what she had just done, feverishly excited by what she had just done . Lisa flung the door open, Joan looked at her crossly from the threshold, “why didn’t you come down ”? “I overslept,” Lisa muttered as she walked out the door, glancing back at Samson, who was calmly licking his crotch on the floor . Posted by: mongoX Mar 12 2007, 06:20 AM Beautiful!!! i really loved it you’re great Posted by: dofgleve Mar 12 2007, 06:25 AM It was only a ten-minute ride to the tennis center. Lisa sat in the back seat while Joan and Peggy gossipped. Lisa mind was far away. She was thinking about Samson. And the incredibly hot f**king she had just had . She felt the reminders in the scratches on her hips where he had held her and controlled her. Lisa shuddered at that thought . Suddenly she realized that she was soaked, 'down there’, and it was starting to leak out of her thick tennis panties and onto the seat of Peggy’s new Lexus . “That’s embarrassing” Lisa thought, feeling her face burning. “It won’t hurt the leather…I hope ”. Just then they arrived at the tennis center. Lisa got out of the car, feeling Samson’s come squishing between her legs . “I hope it doesn’t start dripping down my leg on the court,” she thought, strangely aroused at the thought . And sure enough, through the whole match, all Lisa could think about was Samson and his incredibly wet presence between her legs. It was such a turn-on, Lisa felt herself getting hotter and hotter as she ran around the court . It was such a sexy, forbidden secret, that just minutes ago she had been helplessly tied to a large, demanding dog while he took full and complete sexual possession of her body and filled her with his hot come, which was now filling her white tennis panties . Lisa practically came, right there on the court. Peggy, who was her partner, was somewhat annoyed when she missed a couple of easy net shots, “Your head’s just not in the game today, Lisa, what’s up ”. “Oh, I guess I just miss Jonathan,” she lied, “He called and told me he won’t be home for another two weeks ”. “He’s a fool,” said Peggy, “to leave a hot-looking babe like you home alone ”. “Hardly alone’” thought Lisa, as she squeezed her legs together, “Hardly alone ”.

As she ran around the court, trying to focus on the game, Lisa couldn’t get it out of her mind . Unbidden, the hot, sexy feelings would flood back to her. It was so forbidden, so taboo, so … daring. Here she was, playing tennis with her girlfriends, when only an hour ago, she’d been sprawled on her livingroom floor, practically forced… she felt her nipples harden at the thought , “Practically forced,” she shivered, knowing it to be a lie, “I let him ”. “I let a dog f**k me.” Her nipples were now poking against her thin tennis dress, clingy with sweat . “Stop it, girl,” she thought, “focus on the game ”! But she couldn’t focus on the game. The sexy reminder of her encounter, her forbidden encounter, was soaking through her panties. Every squishy step brought the memory to the forefront of her mind . She found herself panting with lust, just thinking about it . “Lisa, you can’t be out of breath,” said Peggy, jarring her back to the moment, “we’ve only played one set ”. “Are you coming down with something,” asked Peggy, “you look flushed ”. Lisa felt her face reddening, suddenly conscious of her lustful excitement and distraction, she tried to will her nipples to stand down, but they only hardened further, too noticeable . “I’m fine.” she insisted . And somehow finished the game, making a somewhat respectable comeback in the second set . The drive home seemed to take forever. Lisa had only one thing on her mind. She kept shifting her cum-soaked bottom against the carseat, “stop squirming Lisa, you’ll give yourself away,” she thought. The secret forbiddeness, coupled with the undeniable, leaking, oozing evidence, all too obvious to her, it was enough to practically make her come right there in the back seat . She practically ran from the car to her door, shouting “Thanks for the ride,” over her shoulder as she fumbled for her keys . She made sure the car drove away, as she lunged through her door . Lisa had only one thought. “More ”. Samson greeted her, obviously glad to see her. Obvious in more ways than one … Lisa saw the pink evidence peeking out beneath him . She practically tore off her panties and got down on the floor, pushing her butt up in the air, like, like … she finished her own thought, “like a bitch in heat ”… She shuddered with lust at that thought, as she felt Samson’s paws mounting her back, his weight forcing her down, his hardness seeking her… finding her … taking her ….

Lisa felt him thrusting into her and came almost immediately… she was so ready . All she could think about was “more. More. MORE!” And she felt more, as, startled, she felt his knot pushing against, trying to fit all the way into her . “Whoa, I’m not sure I can take all that,” she protested, all the while pushing back against him, almost instinctively. One more big thrust, and she felt her heart thump as Samson pushed it into her. It felt like it was pushing all the way into her stomach. It was so… large. Her breath caught, and she felt another huge orgasm take her . Lisa lay there, panting, as Samson’s thrusts slowed, and she felt his hot come boiling into her. She tried to move around, seeking a more comfortable position. Samson was heavy ! But she was stuck. Stuck on his c**k. Stuck on his C**K!! The thought of it was so erotic, so taboo, sooo sexy, she felt herself come again. Samson was filling her with his come. With his SPERM! He was mating her. Trying to breed her ! That thought sent her flying again. He was trying to breed her. She could imagine his sperm flooding into her. Seeking her innermost bodily secrets. Taking her most private functions and making them his. She imagined herself somehow impregnated by the beast. That couldn’t happen. That couldn’t happen… could it ? She felt herself wrenched into another violent orgasm at the forbidden, unnatural thought . It was so erotic. She felt totally possessed. Like a total female animal. Like a… bitch. Samson finally finished after what seemed like an hour. Lisa lay on the floor panting with exhausted satisfaction . “I can’t believe I just did that. I’ve never even looked at another man, and now I’ve let this, this … animal ”… Her thoughts trailed off. She had to admit, it was good. Really good. She had crossed a line in her mind. Sure, she felt bad, but well, Jonathan shouldn’t have just gone off and left her like this. So, it was actually ok, it was his fault. sort of . “He’s lucky I’m not out f**king another guy. I could, you know. He’s lucky I don’t just go get some guy and let him come in me. Knock me up, even. That would serve him right ”. Lisa stopped herself, “you’re just rationalizing… so what, it’s better that you let the dog have you?” She giggled to herself. “Yeah, that’s right ”. But Lisa was past feeling bad. Samson had pushed all her buttons and she knew it. She knew she would do it again. She knew Samson would want her again… soon . And she knew she would let him . Posted by: dofgleve Mar 24 2007, 05:32 AM It was sooner than she thought. Lisa had slipped out of her tennis clothes (what a wreck between the sweat from the tennis, and the sweat from her “other” activities, and the unavoidable and incredibly abundant evidence of Samson’s complete possession of her) and got in the shower . Didn’t help much. Ten minutes later, she felt it dripping out of her again. So much! It was sexy to feel it, reminding her… “It won’t let me forget what I just did… what he just did ”… She felt lust stirring in her. She aimlessly did a few chores but couldn’t seem to calm down . “I’m like in sex overdrive,” she thought breathlessly . Samson felt it too, and soon he was right at her heels, following her around the house, slipping his nose in close whenever she paused for a moment . Lisa laughed and pushed him away. But she found herself lingering a little longer each time . “We’re like newly-weds,” she thought, “can’t keep our hands of each other…” she paused, embarrassed at that thought, “or paws, I guess ”. She felt a little guilty at that thought. She had always been a loyal wife, until now . Until Samson… She found herself on the floor, ready … Again … thrusting her backside in the air, inviting her lover… “Presenting, they call it presenting…” she blushed at that thought . “I’m presenting myself to a dog, like a … bitch. Like… HIS bitch ”… She felt his weight on her back, and sighed, waiting to feel him, again …

The next two days flew by in a blur. Lisa found herself in a constant state of longing arousal . It was just so… good. Samson had an amazing capacity, as she found out, and amazing need. Lisa found herself on the floor with Samson four, no five times that first day . “Like newlyweds,” she thought, not for the first time. “It’s like he can’t get enough of me…” it was strangely seductive, the animal wanted her constantly. Lisa felt sexy, she felt desired, she felt… alive !! “I don’t think I’ve ever come this much in one day, ” she thought, as Samson was climbing on her for the fifth time… it was so erotic, the animal never seemed to tire . By the second day, Lisa began to fret. In between mind-blowing orgasms. She began to worry . Samson was always ready. Always hard… He would f**k her for what seemed like an hour, and then was calm . But two hours later… or less, he was following her around again, with that hopeful, eager look. She tried to brush him away, but he was very… persistent. Not quite pushy, but… persistent . He would follow her around closely, always in her personal space, always ready to brush up against her or push his nose where it didn’t belong. And his, and his … thing. His “C**k” (she made herself think it), his C**K would start peeking out, unmistakably… enticingly . She tried, that second day, she tried to push him away, but it was so… obvious. What he wanted. What he had… that pink hardness… unmistakable, unignorable . “What am I going to do when Jonathan comes home,” Lisa worried, not for the first time . The only times Samson will leave me alone is when he’s gotten what he wants . “ME!” she shivered at the thought. “How am I going to keep Jonathan from finding out… the dog is always hard ”… It was a worrisome thought. Lisa blushed with embarrassment, thinking about how hard it was becoming to control the dog. The only time he seemed to calm down was when she gave him what he wanted. And he wanted it so often… She felt her face burning… “He wants ME!” she murmured, as she lifted her skirt… again … and got down on the floor … “ME,” she thought, as Samson climbed onto her back for the fourth time that day . “ME,” as he pressed into her, and she shuddered to an uncontrollable orgasm… “ME!” She gave herself over to the hot, overwhelming sensations. “ME

The days passed in a blur. Lisa felt more alive than she had in years. Samson’s constant attentions were a constant ego boost (although sometimes quite inconvenient, but even that was exciting… though she knew she gave in too easily, too often) . But now, she found herself in a state of panic… Jonathan was coming home tonight !! It was ironic. Every time he had gone away like this, she had found herself waiting for him, heart pounding with anticipation … But now, her heart was pounding, with anxiety. She felt so… unfaithful. “That’s silly, ” she thought, “its just a dog.” “No,” she corrected herself, “HE’s a dog ”. “A very MALE dog,” she giggled to herself, remembering their last encounter, no less than an hour ago. She wriggled her bottom, reveling in that special squishy feeling that reminded her so unmistakably of what the dog had done to her… what she had LET him do . She felt the warm glow rising again. “Stop it,” she reproached herself, “you should be thinking about Jonathan now. He’ll be home in a couple of hours ”. “Oh god,” the thought hit her. “He’ll notice I’m full of Samson’s stuff… there’s so much of it in me…” she smiled at that thought. There was so much. She rolled over to get out of bed and winced. Those little scratches on her hips, where Samson grabbed her, when he pushed his way into her… suddenly they were so noticeable. Lisa freaked out. “Jonathan will see them, he’ll know. Oh my god, what will I do”… But the scratches weren’t very noticeable, she told herself after she calmed down. Its not the scratches. Its just that … The thought of Jonathan left her… cold. She had a new lover and she had spent the last three weeks bonding with him. To the point that the very thought of him sent her tingling with anticipation. The little sounds he made. The smell of him … “What am I thinking… he’s a dog.” But it was undeniable. It was like she had been rewired, Samsonized ! “But I love my husband,” she thought . “but I’m craving…” just then, Samson padded into the room, pushing his way into her personal space in his usual, insistent way . Guiltily, Lisa tried to push him away. But Samson didn’t take no for an answer. Especially lately, he had been very… insistent. And Lisa found it exhilarating in a perverse way. In fact, it had become sort of a game. He would nose in under her skirt, and she would pretend to be embarrassed (“sometimes I’m not pretending,” she thought, “especially lately when there are people around…”), and push him away . Samson had caught onto the game, because as she would push him away, he would push back persistently. And she found it exciting. That he wanted her and wouldn’t just take no for an answer. More often than not, after a few rounds of giggled, excited “No” and “get away from me”, she would give in to him find herself enthusiastically on the floor helping him. Giving him what he wanted… HER ! But now, belatedly, she realized she had made a big mistake. Samson was constantly coming on to her… how would she hide it from Jonathan!! She had to keep her secret somehow . She pushed Samson away again. “I mean it this time!” she scolded, in her firmest tones. Samson looked at her, confused, and rubbed up against her. She felt his firmness, pressing against her leg. “Samson, we just did it an hour ago. You can’t want me again now. Its too soon ”. In her mind, she quailed. “How will I keep it secret when he wants it so often. When he wants ME so often.” She trembled. This was the fourth time today ! He pushed his nose up against her crotch. She felt her resolve weakening. It felt so good . “OK, boy,” she whispered, “but you have to behave when Jonathan’s around ”… she said unconvincingly. But she lowered herself to the floor and gave him what he wanted. What she wanted. Again .

Jonathan arrived around 11 pm. His flight had been delayed over two hours . Lisa had waited up, dutifully, and was wearing a sexy little outfit to welcome him home. Usually her heart would be pounding when he came home from one of these trips, but now she only felt… anxious . “What if he wants sex,” she worried, “I’m so worn out from Samson,” she smiled at that… five times today! “The animal is a sex machine!” she sighed. “And I’m so wet down there. Jonathan will suspect something.” No matter how hard she tried, it just seemed to keep flowing out of her. Samson had filled her with quarts of it… she shivered thinking about it. It was very sexy to be so full of him . And it made it so… real. So taboo, she was really and truly letting herself be f**ked by her dog. The evidence was undeniable and constant. She was overwhelmed by the sheer, exciting forbidden sexiness of it . “what if he doesn’t want sex?” she worried. That opened up a whole other set of questions. He’d been gone for almost three weeks … Jonathan walked in the door. He gave her a big hug. Samson looked at him suspiciously. “Lisa honey, I’m really glad to see you, but I’m beat. I’ll make it up to you tomorrow, but I’ve got to go to bed right now ”. And with that, he walked straight into the bedroom and was in bed, lights out within ten minutes . Lisa sat in the livingroom, amazed, “He didn’t even look at me,” she thought. Hurt, a little angry, and upset, Lisa lay back on the couch . In seconds, Samson was by her side, wagging his tail. “At least I know you love me,” Lisa sighed, patting him on the head . Samson needed no further encouragement. In a second, he nose was under her abbreviated skirt and nosing at her skimpy panties, chosen specially for Jonathan’s homecoming. Lisa pushed him away, hissing, “Samson, Jonathan’s in the next room. Stop it ”! Samson stopped for a second, then pushed in more determinedly. He thought they were playing the game. The one where she pretends to say “No,” and then lets him have his way . Lisa pushed him away again. “No, Samson, I mean it ”. Samson was used to getting his way by now. He growled at her and pushed his nose directly between her legs. Now she was a little concerned. If the dog started making noise, Jonathan would surely wake up . “Maybe if I just let him lick me a little…” she temporized, opening her legs. She was used to giving the dog what he wanted… it felt so good ! Samson started to lick her with his usual enthusiasm. Lisa looked down and saw his pink hardness emerging, and started to panic. “I can’t… not with Jonathan sleeping right there in the bedroom… oh Samson, stop,” she clamped her legs shut . Samson started to growl again, and then barked, once, with unmistakable demand. “Shhhh! You’ll wake him up for sure,” Lisa implored. Samson pushed his body against her, his intent unmistakable . “Samson, I can’t,” she pleaded, “Jonathan…” she heard the rumble growing in his throat again. “I can’t let him wake up Jonathan ”… She reluctantly reached for his erection, feeling her own excitement rising, despite herself, despite Jonathan in the next room, despite all danger and common sense … She reached down and slid her tiny panties down her hips and stepped out of them… Samson put his paws on the couch on either side of her … Lisa saw his full hardness, and, conceding to the inevitable, said, “all right, Samson, but hurry up… and for goodness sake, be quiet ”! She opened herself to him and felt his weight as he slid into her. “Shhhh….” she whispered, as he took her .

Lisa felt Samson pushing into her. Somehow, it was extra vivid, feeling his pointy c**k sliding into her, possessing her… She felt everything ! She was aware, acutely aware, that Jonathan was sleeping in the other room (“Please, please, stay asleep,” she begged silently). It was intense, exciting, forbidden… she felt herself tighten around Samson as she felt the flurry of her first orgasm . Lisa bit her lip…“Quiet!” she thought, “I have to be quiet,” she convulsed into an intense orgasm, holding her breath . Samson began to pant louder as he pumped into her…“Shhh,” she begged, whispering. His panting grew louder…“I never realized he was so noisy while he… while he f**ked me,” she thought nervously to herself, and felt another wrenching orgasm wash over her . It was too exciting! The thrill of doing this forbidden thing… with her dog, while her husband slept (“please, please, stay asleep”) only yards away in the next room . Samson slowed his pace, as his knot swelled within her, locking her to him, as his hot come began to boil into her. Lisa lay there, feeling Samson fill her…there was so much. She pulled away slightly, feeling herself stuck to him, “Tied!” she thought, and came again, breathless with excitement. If Jonathan came out now, there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Samson had her. Undeniably. Unmistakeable . They sat tied like that for long minutes more, as Lisa slowly calmed down and came to her senses… “Oh god, I’m stuck to this dog, and my husband is in the next room. Am I completely insane?“She tried to pull free, unsuccessfully . She began to sob, overcome by the potential consequences of her rash act. Samson, unconcerned, continued to pump her full of his hot come. Lisa, helpless in his grasp, had one more orgasm, tearfully, and felt him pop out of her . She quickly rolled out from under him, feeling the now-familiar sensation of his hot come oozing out of her. Her face burning with shame, “I can’t believe I did that, with Jonathan right there in the next room,” she fled to the bathroom to clean herself up as best she could, knowing that Samson would be dripping out of her the rest of the night (“Jonathan is sure to notice how wet I am,” she quailed, “And what if, Oh god, what if he wants to lick me in the morning, he likes to do that, Oh God! the smell, the taste, he’ll know something’s up for sure!”) . Overcome by the potential consequences, Lisa crawled into bed, still sobbing, her head spinning, (“I’m lying in my bed, next to my husband, filled with dog come,” she thought, “and tomorrow I’m going to wake up, and the dog will be there,”) she thought over and over again, (“and Samson will want me again”), she shivered replaying the feelings over and over again, and flushing with shame (and lust), she thought, (“and I’ll let him. Oh god, I’ll let him.”) Lisa fell into a troubled sleep next to her husband, as her lover’s “evidence” slowly, but undeniably seeped out, leaving a big wet spot on the bed

Lisa woke up early, feeling Jonathan moving against her…she pushed him away and rolled over to go back to sleep . Insistently, he grabbed her and rolled her over toward him, “Come on,” he whispered, “I haven’t seen you in weeks…don’t you want to ”? Ordinarily, Lisa would have responded eagerly, even hungrily . But this wasn’t ordinarily anymore. Lisa was uncomfortably aware that she was still full of Samson’s come from last night (“Jonathan will notice for sure,” she thought, worriedly). She nervously clamped her legs shut . But Jonathan was not so easily put off. Reaching down, he worked his hand between her legs. Despite herself, Lisa found herself yielding to familiar habit … “Come on, Lisa, you’re totally ready! You’re soaked,” Jonathan urged . Lisa knew he was right. (“I am soaked,” she thought, ashamed, “But not from you…”) . Resigned, Lisa rolled onto her back and tried to get into it. Really tried . Jonathan slid into her instantly, with weeks of pent-up eagerness. Lisa did her best to respond, but it seemed so… ordinary. Something was missing . Soon, she felt him tense up and begin to spurt inside her. She felt it, but she didn’t feel like she had last night . Her thoughts wandered back to her forbidden coupling. She had felt so wanton, so… animalistic! Samson had taken her, filled her (“Oh god, he filled me,” Lisa thought, “his hot, hot cum pulsing into me…”). It was so wrong, so hot and erotic . She felt Jonathan withdrawing from her. It was… nice . “(Damned by faint praise,” she thought, “nice )”. Jonathan didn’t seem to mind. He jumped out of bed, ready to shower and head off to work . Lisa got up to make him breakfast . As soon as she walked into the kitchen, Samson was up to greet her. Tail wagging, he rubbed up against her bare legs. A shiver ran up her spine ! She looked down at him, and her heart skipped… she could see the pink tip already protruding! (“Oh god, Samson, you want me already…” she breathed to herself) . She moved away from the dog. (“I sure hope Jonathan doesn’t notice!” she thought guiltily, her heart pounding) . Samsom followed her every move, watching her like a hawk, hungry eyes fixed on the openning in her robe . Lisa self-consciously pulled the robe tighter around her body, feeling an involuntary pulse of excitement. (“The dog has a mind of his own,” she thought, worriedly, “what if he starts nosing around where he shouldn’t…”) . Lisa found the idea strangely arousing, a guilty secret that she couldn’t quite control . Just then, Jonathan came running out of the bedroom, tying his tie. “Honey, I hate to f**k and run, but I have an early meeting and I’m late. No time for breakfast. See you tonight ”. And just like that, he was out the door . Lisa felt a huge wave of relief was over her. Relief and something else… lust . She looked over at Samson. He gazed back at her, licking his lips. Hungry . Lisa felt the heat rising. Suddenly, she had to have him. Throwing off her robe, she got down on her knees right in the kitchen . Samson didn’t need a second to get the hint. No sooner had she kneeled down, when she felt his weight on her back. His fur on her bare flesh. It felt so… natural . He surged into her. Lisa felt absolutely wicked. “I just let my husband s***w me, and he’s not even gone five minutes, and I’m down on my hands and knees on the kitchen floor, giving myself to the dog ”! Giving herself, she thought. “No,” she shivered, “he’s TAKING me,” shuddering, she came, and came again, as Samson pushed into her, filling her … It was sooo wrong. She came again at the thought. But sooo right !

Lisa’s head slowly cleared. She was still on the floor, face down against the kitchen tile, with Samson’s weight holding her down. She felt him filling her, pulsing… each pulse pumping more scalding hot c*m into her. She shivered with the awareness of it. Trying to move, she couldn’t. Samson was firmly anchored in her and had his front paws wrapped tightly around her. He was too big and heavy anyway. She was totally in his control . She shuddered to another orgasm. She felt his claws digging into her sides. “He’s leaving more marks… more evidence…” That put her over the edge again. The audacity, the taboo sexiness, the wanton abandon, the edgy awareness of how hard it would be to keep this secret, especially from Jonathan, Lisa squirmed with the exciting mix of emotions flooding her . Finally, she felt Samson slipping out of her, releasing her. He slid off her back. She felt his fur against her, leaving her… Part of her wanted it to continue. Wanted more … Just then, the phone rang! Startled out of her reverie, Lisa jumped up and answered it, still out of breath . “Lisa, are you ready? I’ll be there in ten minutes…” it was Sharon. “Ten minutes,” Lisa answered, her head still fogged in from Samson’s command performance . “You didn’t forget, did you?” Sharon laughed, “It’s that big sale at Sak’s. We have to get there right when it opens. The place will be mobbed. Meet me downstairs in… now its nine minutes… Hurry up girl ”! Lisa, now in a frenzy of activity, ran to her bedroom and threw on a sundress and panties, a pair of sandals, and got ready to run downstairs. Half-way out the door, she blushed bright red, as she felt a sudden moist rush between her legs . Samson! She was full of Samson! How mortifyingly embarrassing . No time to clean up. She ran back to the bathroom, thinking quickly, she threw on a pad (“that’ll catch most of it”) and ran out the door. Sharon was waiting for her . “Did I catch you and Jonathan in the middle of a morning quickie?” she laughed . “Why do you ask?” Lisa stammered . “Well,” Sharon laughed. “I know he was gone for over two weeks and just got back last night. And I know you… And, just look at you. Sexy sundress, no bra, and you’ve got that healthy, just-f**ked look all over your face ”… Lisa blushed down to her toes, (“is it that obvious?” she thought). She decided to tough it out, “I’ll never tell, girl. Just drive ”! Sharon smirked, sure she had it right, and headed for the mall. Lisa fidgeted in her seat, acutely aware of her just-f**ked status, feeling the scratches on her hips and the moist throbbing between her legs. Her nipples tightened, just thinking about it… (“hard to keep this a secret,” she thought, with a tight knot of concern in her stomach…or was it excitement?)

The mall was quite an experience for Lisa. Not only was she bouncing around the mall in a short sundress, with no bra… (it felt like every guy in the place was checking her out), but Sharon kept teasing her about her morning quickie with Jonathan (“If she only knew the truth!”) . Sharon would not let up on her, dragging her into one slutwear store after another, insisting on making her try on each sleazy, sexy outfit. She was still tingling from the incredible string orgasm’s Samson had pounded into her, and parading in next to nothing was bringing her back to a highly aroused state . Lisa was embarrassingly conscious of the fact that she was full of Samson’s sperm and it kept trying to leak out of her. It was a constant reminder of what she had done (and would soon do again!) . She was also quite aware of the more obvious marks Samson had left on her hips and sides… those claws were sharp ! Sharon commented once in the dressing room… Lisa turned bright red (“I’m going to die right here if she figures it out!”), and stammered something about rose bushes and gardening. In any event, Lisa finally left the mall, with about ten new, sexy outfits that Sharon insisted she buy, but with her secret intact (She hoped!) . By the time she got home home, she was so wired up, she went straight to her bedroom, to get some quick relief. At least she got part-way to her bedroom. Samson was immediately behind her, insistently jumping up at her and trying to get his nose under her dress . Lisa was tempted… she was feeling so horny from her morning out (“On display!” she thought). But instead, she said sharply, “Down Samson! You can’t just jump me every time I come in the house. What if I had my girlfriends with me? What if Jonathan was around ”? Lisa bit her lip. What if, indeed. How was she going to keep her secret when Samson was such an… enthusiastic participant? She turned to walk into her bedroom. Samson tackled her, pushing her to the floor. Giggling, she turned around, wrestling with him and delighting in his pushy desire for her. “No,” she teased, tapping him on the nose. He growled, and pushed against her. She could feel his hardness against her bare leg . Against her better judgment, Lisa felt herself pushing back. The excitement was overwhelming. Samson’s animal desire for her was sooo sexy. He wanted her and was intent on having her. Something deep and basic welled up inside her, and she found herself again on her knees, ripping off her sodden panties and offering herself up to him . It was so… animalistic. She shuddered as he crawled onto her back, his fur rubbing against her bare rear, which she willing thrust back to meet him. “I’m letting him have me… again,” she sighed. It was so… submissive. The animal demanded… and she responded. Lisa gasped as she felt the hard, pointy tip find her ready opening…again. She shook, as he entered her and thrust into her. “This is out of control,” she thought, as she began to shake with another hammering orgasm, “I’ll never be able to keep Jonathan from finding out… he’ll never forgive me,” she sobbed as she came again . Samson growled and began to come in her, claiming his prize .

The rest of the afternoon was like a blur. Lisa had basically just gotten herself cleaned up and was getting the place straightened up, when Samson came nosing around her again ! She was just wearing a little shift, and hadn’t bothered to put on panties (“they would just get soaked from the… leakage,” she had told herself). Lisa was conscious of her 'exposed’ state as she moved around living room and kitchen . It was very erotic, knowing that her canine lover was right there, and that she was dressed, but still so… available. She felt a low edge of horny readiness, which would not quite subside . So when Samson came up behind he, her first reaction was an almost involuntary parting of her legs, (“I’m giving him access,” she thought with a start, “I can’t do that when Jonathan’s around, I’ve got to stop doing that!”) . She pushed him away, giggling, “No, boy, what do you think I am, a sex machine”? Samson persisted, knowing she would give in to him, she always did, didn’t she ? Lisa continued to dance away from him, playfully closing her legs. Samson got more excited, and more agitated. Finally, he had had enough of the game, and managed to get behind her. Using his full weight, he pushed her to the floor . Lisa, surprised, struggled to her knees, and felt Samson’s full weight pressing on her back! “Whoa, Samson, ” she exclaimed, “You can’t just jump on me whenever you want ”… Her words were silenced as he found the mark and pushed into her. Lisa’s indignant protests gave way to squeals of pleasure .

Afterwards, Lisa tried to pretend to herself that it was just a normal day. Jonathan would be home soon and she needed to fix dinner. But inside her head, she was a whirl of emotions . “This is really getting out of control,” she thought to herself. “It’s so sexy… it’s like I’m hooked…” she smiled at that, it really did feel sooo goood ! “But I can’t keep doing this,” she whimpered to herself, “It’s not fair to Jonathan,” she paused, “and the way its going, he’s sure to find out. Samson is so, so … virile. He wants me all the time. ” She squeezed her legs together at that thought, and winced, “Oooh, a little sore there. That last time, wow!” She did feel sore, but also… warm . “And he’s getting so obvious about it,” she thought, “Samsom just thinks he can have me whenever he wants,” she actually felt herself moistening at the thought, “Dammit, ” she thought, “ it is exciting to have him right here with me all the time… its addicting”. Lisa stopped and looked at the clock, “It’s five o'clock already. I have to start dinner ”. She rushed into the kitchen and busied herself with the mundane chores of preparing dinner. It was a welcome distraction from her confused thoughts . By 5:30, everything was in good shape. Jonathan usually got home by 6, (“when he’s in town,” Lisa thought.), sometimes even earlier . She was looking into the refrigerator, when she felt a now-familiar nudge on her leg . “Samson, I’m busy right now. And Jonathan will be home soon. GO away!” She said firmly . Samsom nudge her again, more insistently. “Samson, I said NO!” Lisa looked at him and saw his unmissable erection poking out. “I can’t believe you want to do it again. So soon.” It was really unbelievable . “I can’t Samson, and besides, I’m too sore ”… Samsom pushed against her, harder. He wasn’t taking no for an answer. Lisa was concerned, but also felt herself wavering. “Maybe if I just jerk him off, he’ll calm down for a while,” she reasoned and found herself reaching for his erection . Soon she was down on her knees, pumping enthusiastically, as his erection grew . The excitement of it was more than Lisa expected, watching it grow in her hand, feeling his arousal growing . It also was a turnon in a perverse way, as Lisa found herself again catering to Samson’s sexual demands. It was sexy to her that she was 'out of control’ and he was 'in control’. she licked her lips, which were suddenly dry . She felt Samson start to spurt, and panicked “He’s going to get come all over the kitchen ”! Without further thought, she did the only thing she could think of, she clamped her lips over his erection, and swallowing as fast as she could, drank it all down . “It’s hot,” she thought, “and there’s so much,” but somehow she managed to get it all down .

Lisa was just “finishing up” with Samson when she heard a sound at the door … Total panic! It was the sound of keys jingling…“Jonathon,” she squealed, “oh my god, Jonathan’s home ”! She jumped up, quickly smoothing her hair, straightening her dress, swallowing that last big spurt of come (“Dog Come” she thought to herself, shuddering). Jonathan flung the door open and walked into the apartment, smiling broadly , Miss me?“ he asked, walking over to Lisa. He swept her up in his arms and pulled her close to kiss her . Lisa suddenly stiffened up, “Dog Come” was all she could think, “My mouth… full of Dog Come… DOG Come… he’ll smell it on by breath!” her face suddenly was burning with shame , “I can’t let him kiss me… he’ll find out… he’ll know… oh god, I can’t let him kiss me!” she pulled away. She was flushed, (“I can’t let my own husband kiss me… this is so, so wrong…”) . Jonathan persisted, Lisa turned her face away . “What’s wrong?” Jonathan looked a little hurt . “It’s… nothing, ” Lisa mumbled, “I just have been so busy, I feel like I forgot to brush my teeth and ”… “I don’t care about that,” Jonathan smiled expansively, “I just missed you so much,” and without further ado, he pulled her to him and kissed her hard . Lisa stopped resisting, and felt his tongue slide into her mouth . Suddenly, her shame and hesistancy were overwhelmed by a completely different sensation… pure lust ! It was suddenly totally erotic. Here she was, with her mouth (“and belly” she thought) filled with Samson’s come, and more (“lots more” she smiled with an evil, lustful smile, “lots, lots more”) still dripping out of her recently and fully filled c**t . She pressed against Jonathan, (“and he has no idea what I’ve been up to… what I’ve done… what I’ve let Samson do…”) It was suddenly wildly arousing. She started kissing him back, (“can he taste it?” she thought wantonly), pulling him into the bedroom . She had to feel him sliding into her dog-soaked c**t, f**king her like the bitch she had become . She pulled him onto her and into her…(“he has no idea…” she thought, as she felt how wet she was… “no idea”) . Lisa flashed back to earlier, Samson on her back, making her give in to him… taking her … She clawed at Jonathan, wildly, like an animal (“ like an amimal…” she thought) , and she came, and came, and came …

Jonathan lay awake, while Lisa dozed next to him. Despite her incredible sexual performance with him (the best since he had come home, he thought), Jonathan could tell something wasn’t right . He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but somehow, she was just too wet and ready for him tonight. Was it possible? Was there someone else ? Now as he thought about it, there was an unfamiliar taste when she kissed him ? Jonathan tossed and turned and awakened early, determined to get to the bottom of it . Sliding out of bed, he quietly went into the living room and got out his video camera. It was a newish model and very compact. Concealing it on the bookcase, it had a good command of the entranceway, the kitchen and the livingroom. He put it on slow mode; the tape would last for four hours that way . He then slipped back into bed, and slowly woke Lisa up, kissing and rubbing her until she started to respond, then abruptly got out of bed . “I’ve got an early meeting, honey, I’ll see you tonight.” he announced, knowing that he was deliberately leaving her unsatisfied. If anything was going on, this was sure to spur her on, he thought to himself . He showered and dressed quickly and was soon out the door . Lisa lay in bed for a few minutes to ensure Jonathan had really gone, she was breathing heavily from Jonathan’s wake-up efforts. She thought about last night … it was so wild to think about it … She had been kissing her husband, with her mouth still coated with Samson’s sperm!!! she shuddered at the thought. It was so wrong, so perverse, so deliciously, dangerously secret . And she was still full of Samson’s come too, as her husband, her Husband!, had slid into her, slid in so easily, his c**k sliding on a thick layer of Samson’s sperm ! Lisa almost came thinking about it … She could restrain herself no longer. Lisa got out of bed, throwing only a thin t-shirt on, and walked out of the bedroom . She was not disappointed. Samson was right outside the door, tail wagging . He barked insistently. The dog knew what to expect and was ready. Lisa looked down at him… Oh Yes, he was ready… she saw his pink rod already poking out and blushed at her eager response . Samson barked again. “all right, all right,” she giggled. She was ready too, craving him . She wanted to feel his weight on her. Lisa got down on her hands and knees and presented herself (“I’m 'presenting’ to him, she thought, "that’s so obscene”) . She shook as she felt his weight on her back, as he crawled on top of her, she felt herself throbbing with expectant excitement… (“I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to,” she thought, aroused by her own submission) … (“But I don’t want him to stop… I want him in me, now!”) Lisa shook as Samson found his mark with practiced ease . Lisa came, hard, as Samson pushed into her, completely unaware that her activities were all being captured on Jonathan’s little camera …

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It was another Saturday night at 8. She was home alone, cooking pancakes in her pajamas. It was Naomi’s second year in college, living adjacent to her campus in a small studio apartment. Her new independance and daddys credit card, let her live comfortabley and free to explore her more lustful passions. Only four hours earlier she had baught a 4yr old Mastiff from a nearby breeder. A large dog even by Mastiff standards, the dog shone in chaorcoal black skin tight fur… and caught Naomi’s eye by its bullish personality as it feircefully barked away and chased off some of its brothers from the dogs sleeping pillow. Two weeks ago an obscene spam mail caught Naomi’s attention. An advertisment for a beastiality site picturing a large image of a women being fucked by a dog, along side another woman sucking a great dane. The obscene mail filled Naomi with an uncontrollable new erotic passion that drove her lust crazy in every day dream and kept her up at night. She has begun to miss classes and sleep, staying up all night browsing the internet for dog sex images. A few days later, over some oatmeal and orange juice an add for a dog breeder and seller home caught her eye. No more than 2 hours, 3 phone calls, and an hour of driving later Naomi had started her lust. *** Her apartment had a slight draft, giving Naomi and slight chill up her skirt… she kept silent, knowing that the large Mastiff lay only a few feet away in the other room. Naomi did not know why she felt compelled to make no noise, only that she felt a subserviant intimidation from the bullish Mastiff. The dogs large stature and frame filled the studio with a what she could only call a testosterone fog. The dogs heavy breathing billowed monotone and assertive across the room, and Naomi couldn’t help but inhale the scent of saliva, fur and dick that hung in the air - sending her to a mild delirium… the result of Mastiffs intense primal noises and smells overloading her senses. By comparison, she felt meak and fragile to the dogs overbearing presence. The steam from the frying pan wafted up her c-cup breasts, and across her neck and lips causing drips of sweat to bead down her face and over stray strands of her shoulder high chesnut hairs. She suddenly tensed. Loud paw steps resounded off her linoleum floors as the Mastiff made its way around the corner and into the kitchen-livingroom where she stood. Although she was young, she wasn’t stupid. Beyond her human common sense and reason… a primal logic affirmed Naomi of her lustful passion and mild fear: the mastiff’s two hundred and twelve pounds of muscle, dick, fur and balls had taken her studio as its’ territory and saw Naomi’s one hundred and fifteen pounds of soft skin, womenly curves, pouting lips, heaving breasts and dripping cunt as his prospective bitch. Maybe it was the way the dog looked at her, or how it’s owner refferred to him previously as “one smart dog,” but even from behind her back, she knew the dog was watching her. With a thud, the Mastiff fell to his side on the carpeted floor behind the kitchen. Naomi heard a loud lapping noise, and looked around in a horny curiosity. The dog was licking its’ massive sheath and balls, each powerful stroke of his tongue flopping his massive balls to either side of his bulky sheathe. Just then the large Mastiff turned his head up and returned Naomi’s gaze, causing her to turn back quickly almost embarrassed. In a deep grinding of muscle and meat, she new he had gotten up. The mastiff walked up to Naomi and just stood there in an affirmative yet questioning stare, the heavy breathing drowning out the noise of the frying pan and her own panic’d breathing. For the Mastiff’s size, he had noticabley little fat. The large bulk of his frame held at his shoulders rather than gut. As the dog made its way back and forth around Naomi curiously inspecting it’s new “master,” his hot steamy and stinky panting stuck to her bare legs and thighs causing goosebumps. Naomi felt petrified; scared not of a dog, but of a powerful male bull that was now judging her as worthy enough for a bitch vessel for him to breed, ravaging her till he was sasisfied and her womb overflowed with his cum. Naomi said “oh no,” but her mind stole the sound so only her lips moved to silent words. She never wore panties home alone, only her skirt, but her lusting had caused her pussy to wet and drip down her leg. Naomi couldn’t help but feel a deep regret, a terrible error she had made to lose complete control of the situation and look like a total bitch. Her vaginal juices not only telling the Mastiff’s nose she was ready to be fucked, but dripping down her leg during the time the dog had been sniffing and inspecting her - filling the beast with a sense of superiority, affirming him that his immense male features had caused her to weaken and lust. The dog’s label as “gentle giant” almost seemed funny now in contrast. There was nothing gentle about the Mastiff, it’s primal urges it’s will that no bitch half it’s own weight would deny him of. Her lower body was now almost dripping wet with the Mastiffs hot breathe, and the cold draft that once chilled that area ran under her spaggetthi strap white top and caused her already stiff stature to stand colder. She cringed for every millimeter the dribble of her cum traveled down her leg. A large lick up her thigh caused Naomi to almost jump, and the large Mastiff cleaned off her cum and began licking and sniffing her calves and thighs. Naomi quaked in passion, squeezing her breasts and biting her lip. A loud guttural bark broke her groping and turned her around to an almost meancing dog. It growled and let off another soft but powerful bark. She turned around, almost pinned against the stove as the dog advanced. In her free motion, she turned off the stove dial and returned her hands nervously to her hips. Two more low guttural barks and a lengthy growl interrupted the silence of a sexual demand, and gave Naomi her last notice that she was indeed the bitch and the bull was going to have his way. As the Mastiff closed, Naomi grabbed a small handful of the nearby margarine and spread it around her pussy lips and clit. The dog reached his head up only slightly to be waist high and with its’ powerful jaw sucked her cunt dry. Her legs almost gave out beneath her, and as she glanced beneath his velvet soft fur saw the massive tip of his cock protrude from his sheath. The Mastiff pounced up slightly and grabbed at Naomi’s right leg with his left arm, almost tripping her to ground. She quickly grabbed one more handful of margarine before she hit the floor to the Mastiffs second even more powerful grab. She fell on her side, but before he could mount her, Naomi quickly scuffled to the carpeted floor, afraid of what damage her knees would take on the hard kitchen floors underneath the heavy and powerful Mastiff. Her ass went numb against the hard floor, her heart fluttered and a small pool of cum gathered beneath her. From where she sat, the Mastiff loomed over her, still sniffing his bitch. She had one last thought of fear, to back out now and forget this passion as a bad idea. The dogs deep black fur accentuated the dogs unbreaking gaze and dark eyes, hung low amoung the Mastiff’s rippling muslcle and form. It’s overwhelmingly large genetalia now juxtoposed between her and the coffee table holding her keys. Naomi made her way slowly around the dog to the cofee table whete she kept her keys, in some small effort to feel in control. The Mastiff obviously didn’t like his bitches not doing what he wanted and pushed her over with a nudge. She cowered for a moment to the advancing beast and slowly took off her tight spaghetti strap shirt, fully exposing herself to the Mastiff… her skirt hiked up around her waist. Still wanting oral pleasure, she rubbed the margarine all over her breasts and body, fingering a small chunk of the spread in her pussy. Naomi lay on her back, as the dog sucked the margarine off her. She moaned and shook as the bull dog lapped her stomaque clean, and her nippled grazed across his teeth as he cleaned her lower breast. Naomi reached under her and spread her vaginal lips open, catching the powerful Mastiffs attention. The dog’s immensley powerful jaw drove it’s tongue across her clit and pussy sending Naomi into extacy. Naomi breathed in heavily just as the Mastiff’s tongue pushed into her pussy, almost choking her in delight as she came in a powerful orgasm. He continued to clean her cum, and Naomi almost faded into bliss. The dog stood over her almost vertically, it’s head between her legs and it’s end near her face. Naomi could only describe a feeling she later named “cock craving” as she stared in admiration of the Mastiff’s massive balls and sheath. She reached out and cupped his balls, her hands barely fitting a single testicle. Her fingertips moved from his smooth balls and onto his massive sheath, which she held almost like a soda can. She estimated about 6 inches of dick protruding from the sheath and began to worry about how massive his cock could get as she felt the subtle grooves of veins that ran over his brick hard cock. A large guttural bark and growl crashed her right back to reality as the large bull dog now grabbed her legs and hips trying to turn her over. For all her lusting and dreaming, she was now about to be forced into sex with a large animal. She couldn’t escape, she couldn’t say no. The large Mastiff cock would stuff her tight pussy and she would take it whether she liked it or not, tied to his dick by his massive knot and breed till her womb lay coated with his cum. She turned around slowly, pinned between the mastiff and a futon couch, that she rested her chest on. With her two beautiful yet fragile hands, she reached behind her and held her cunt open. The Mastiff came crashing down upon her, it’s immense weight almost knocking her from the futon. The dog panted heaviy as it positioned itself behind her. With a sudden jolt, the Mastiff’s two large front arms closed tight around Naomi’s elbows and upperbody, pinning her arms to her side - Naomi now supporting all the massive dog’s weight between her breasts and the futon cushion. She struggled to free her arms, and the muscular beast gripped tighter, unwilling to let his bitch move. Her hair held tight between the Mastiff’s two hundred and twelve pounds and her back - her face was held back forcefully. She cried silently in her domination by the beast. It’s steamy breathe wettened the sides of her face and hung stagnant around her face, filling her lungs and mouth. With an almost silent heave, the Mastiff pushed his large cock into Naomi’s pussy. She yelped a small cry, as the beast’s massive dick stuffed and spread her pussy to new limits. Each hump, ecchoed across the room as the Mastiff’s powerful hips slapped across Naomi’s reddening ass and pushed Naomi forward, pushing her face deeper against the futon back. Inch by inch Naomi was pushed harder against the futon, and inch by inch the Mastiff forced his massive cock deeper into Naomi’s cunt. Each hump brought the Mastiff’s massive 11" by 7" gliding back and forth between her cervix and CDS. Her vaginal lining clung tight to the dick andas streched backwards with each out stroke. She screamed in joy and and came intensely. The apartment was now a cave of primal sounds. The beasts hips slapping against her red ass, it’s heavy panting drowning out Naomi’s meak moans and screams. A rough sliding noise and slurping as the Mastiff’s massive member tore into Naomi’s tight soft innards. She couldn’t look back, her hair still caught underneath the beast, but felt a small stream of hot cum pouring down her leg. The Mastiff’s cock robbed her of her consiouness as she was overtaken by the pleasures of a bitch. Her pussy clenched tight around the Mastiff’s huge dick and she screamed and shook as the she felt her womb fill with hot cum. Then she felt a smacking across her cunt. A large wet bulb slamming repeatedly into her pussy. She cried a soft “No!” reconizing what was about to happen, the Mastiff was about to tie her, completeing robbing Naomi of any free will as his dick enslaved her with its’ knot. Naomi screamed out loud uncontrollabley as the Mastiff’s knot pushed inside her. In an instant, she felt the knot swelling rapidly. She came again and again, moaning uncontrollabley as the larger than a baseball sized knot tied them together and pushed against her clitorous and gspot. The Mastiff loosened his grip, allowing Naomi to free her arms, and undo her hair from under his chest. She lay almost breatheless, every pant of the large beast signaling another dump of cum filling her womb. She moaned softly now and came three more times as she watched the clock move from 3:15 to 3:30 am. With a heavy tug and audible gushing of liquid, the Mastiff pulled his member inch by inch from inside her tightly gripping pussy and started cleaning up her mess. Naomi almost collapssed unto the floor. She lay on her back with her arms on either side, regaining her breathe and seeping with saliva and cum in extacy. A hard lapping across her chest opened her eyes, to the beast still standing over her with an erection. She got on her fours, and made her way slowly to the backside of the Mastiff. She softly kissed and sucked his still spurting cock, occassionally sucking on each of his testicles one by one. Her mouth slowly filled with hot cum as he slowly continued to spurt. She grew over confident in her fellatio and almost choked as he surged with one final load that rimmed her mouth. The dog looked back and her, and returning the gaze she swallowed. The Mastiff laid down, and she curled up beside him, resting her head at his groin, sucking and licking at his balls, massaging her throat which she could feel coated in his cum. She fell asleep. She awoke several hours later, alone on the floor while the dog lay over her on the futon. She glanced at the clock cursing “christ, I can’t be late again!” She had a class Sunday at 11am, and it was now 10. She got up and searched for a shirt, and she made her way over to her mini skirt. Pulling the mini skirt up her calves, the Mastiff bounded from the futon and grabbed her waist. She collapssed to the ground, sitting on her ass as her mini skirt was caught tangled between her heels. She looked almost frightened as her Mastiff stood in front of her. His head low between his massive shoulders and muscles, gleaming with moisture from her hot studio. Cowering before the advancing beast, she looked at the large red cock between its legs and his massive balls swinging behind them. In an emotion similar to awe, she lost herself among the dogs physique and tried to accept that fact that she was his bitch, and that she belonged to him… her body and mind bound in chains to the beasts primal lusts. With another glance at the clock, she arose to her knees muttering in a timid voice, “Not right now! I have class!” She made her way to the coffee table again, before being knocked to the floor. Her miniskirt caught again around her knees and she fell before the Mastiff defeated. Looking between her legs, she saw it all in slow motion. The fur-clad muscle bound hips positioning behind her, his two powerful arms gripping her body. She bite her lips together and watched as the hard throbbing red cock stuffed her pussy as his balls slapped her ass. She cried in joy again, as she watched the clock slowly turn to 11:01am. She was now a beasts bitch, a meat hole to be stuffed for his pleasure and filled with cum. He warns me when I leave the carpeted part of the apartment, watches me when I shower, and ravages me my every waking moment. My friends can no longer come over because of the sexual demands he makes. If I am not being fucked, I spend my time with his balls and dick beneath my lips. He has learned to hide the keys and guard the door. I am his territory now, his bitch.

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