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Violett - 5
by Sailbad (sailbad@storiesonline.org)

***

An attractive, adventurous lesbian gives a light-
hearted narration of her life's experiences in dog-sex 
from her first discoveries while masturbating to her 
adventures while in a committed relationship in her 
twenties. Parts 3, 4, & 5 are the hottest. (FF, 1st, 
mast, exh, beast)

***

PART 5: I Star in a Sex Show 

At the age of twenty-two I started getting my kicks 
through exhibitionism. It started after I landed my 
first job and moved in with a biker chick who picked 
me up at a rock concert. She was a tall, muscular 
blonde, a Nordic war goddess who worked out twice a 
day, loved leather and had the strongest tongue I have 
ever known. She enjoyed showing me off and she bought 
me these very revealing costumes of satin and suede 
and then cruised around town with me on the back of 
her bike. We would go on road trips over to Sturgis or 
up to Telluride. She liked to make me dance in front 
of her friends after which we would dive into our tent 
for some hot lovin'. 

She was very possessive and demanding which kind of 
turned me on but I didn't let her push me around too 
much; I'm not putting a tattoo on my body for anybody. 
It took a lot of prodding but she finally persuaded me 
to strip at a local club on amateur night. I was 
nervous as hell the first time but I was damn good. I 
didn't come out in the typical, simple costume that 
most girls wore.

I came out in full regalia, coat, hat, skirt, blouse, 
with all the foundation garments a lady should wear, 
and I didn't just quickly get nude and dance, I 
actually stripped. I had the dance lessons and 
gymnastics behind me to put on a good show too and 
after I overcame my nervousness I had captivated the 
place. I got offers to become a regular but I was 
afraid someone I worked or went to school with might 
come in some day. Enticing people is fun, shocking 
them is better. 

After I broke up with the Amazon I had a long, 
adventurous relationship with a punk rocker, we made 
an interesting couple. With all of her piercings, dark 
blue hair and shocking wardrobe, she was flamboyant, 
exhibitionistic, and boldly fascinating without being 
cheap or gaudy. I, on the other hand, dressed 
modestly; classy without being prudish and alluring 
without being slutty – a preppie. Short skirts had 
finally made a comeback and I was made to wear them. 
We were polar opposites; Angel and The Monster. Our 
friends used to tell each of us, "Why do you hang 
around someone like her?" They couldn’t have respected 
our answer.

We used to delve into public sex just to shock people. 
We called it Cat and Mouse. She always played the 
wild, aggressive seducer while I played the demure, 
sweet victim. We dressed the parts, too. She wore only 
torn black stockings and a ripped black dress shirt 
with a thick black stripe painted diagonally across 
her eyes. I wore a tiny gray pleated skirt, a tight 
low neck sweater, a big bow in my hair, and a shear 
mesh veil across my eyes. We both looked like a couple 
of street hookers. 

She would slowly stock me as we made our way through 
nightclubs, liquor stores and adult arcades in the 
red-light part of town, teasing and harassing everyone 
we came across. When she caught me she would pin me to 
a wall and ravage me, pull my clothes aside and grope 
me or force me to the ground by my hair and shove her 
cunt in my face. We got some fool to yell "Rape" one 
time. It would always end up in some real heavy love 
making, often before we could make it home.

She had a friend who staged "Performance Art" back in 
its infancy and knew about our game. He hired us to 
present a work he called "Yin and Yang" that we would 
perform at various wine and brie gatherings. She would 
enter from one side wearing black buccaneer boots, a 
black corset, long black gloves, and carrying a black 
cat-o-nine-tails. I would enter from the opposite side 
in a white merry widow, white stockings, white lace 
gloves, a wedding veil, and carrying a bouquet of 
white roses. We each wore color-coordinated masks or I 
doubt if I could have done it. 

By a carefully choreographed script we would circle 
each other then she would lunge at me in a lip-lock 
while I feigned fear. After I slowly succumbed to her 
attentions we would collapse into soissant-neuf on the 
floor amidst drizzling applause. We would suck on each 
other's gigs for up to an hour while the art crowd 
partied casually above us, occasionally passing 
comment on the "symbolic dichotomy of our rapture". 
The first time we got so hot they had to literally 
pull us apart. 

We would do the same act at one of her punk clubs only 
the crowds were nowhere near as politely detached. 
Guys would feel us up at will; one time two audience 
members squatted over us and beat off. I distinctly 
remember some guy's spooge dribbling on my hip and 
hearing our artist friend shouting, "Yes! Perfect! 
PERFECT!" Weird. After college she and I went our 
separate ways and I spent the next two years jumping 
from bed to bed making absolutely sure I had exorcized 
all of my wild urges. 

It was then I met the love of my life, Danielle 
(Danny), another lipstick lesbian three years my 
senior and still my partner to this day. I found her 
through an ad in the personals column, an "attractive, 
dark, DWF looking to rekindle her Sapphic past". Our 
personalities and styles suited each other perfectly 
and the first time we kissed - it was love. 

When we met she was mired in a deep depression over 
her husband running off with his receptionist and I 
made it my mission to resurrect her. We restyled her 
hair, exercised twenty five pounds off of her and got 
her a new wardrobe. By the time we were finished she 
was so hot her ex begged her to take him back. The 
jerk wanted to get in between us for a three-way. She 
shot him down in flames, absolute vindication. The 
success really went to her head and she became almost 
obsessed with exclaiming our affair at every 
opportunity. She had an intense desire to show off to 
the world the beauty of our bodies and the intensity 
of our lovemaking. 

I don't know how but she found a swingers club that 
would hire couples to put on a live sex show before 
their festivities began. They would meet at the 
clubhouse of an apartment complex and we would make 
love in front of them on a mattress on the floor. They 
watched us and paired up for their own performances as 
we "worked". The pay was nice and I have to admit we 
put on a really good show. 

Our bodies were both perfect in those days and the 
passion of our deep love for each other revealed 
itself in our sex. We were repeat performers; they 
would all get very worked up just watching us. One 
week they contacted Danny with an offer for double the 
money if she would perform with a dog. They were 
intent on the idea and had been looking all over for 
an attractive participant. 

She leapt at the idea. She had never done it before 
and I tried very hard to explain to her what she was 
in for but she was so caught up in the beauty of her 
new body and the power she wielded over an audience 
that her mind was set. As the week passed and the 
night approached I could tell she was starting to get 
cold feet. I drove her to the clubhouse that night and 
waited with her in the kitchen for the guy with the 
dog to arrive and all the members to gather. She had 
stripped down and put on a robe but her third scotch 
and soda hadn't made her any braver. A positively 
greasy looking guy and his roly-poly girlfriend 
finally showed up with what looked like a black 
lab/great dane mix named Jake and Danny finally 
chickened out. 

I had gotten myself worked up for this possibility and 
was ready to sex it up with Danny myself but the club 
people insisted they wanted the dog show. Well, I had 
done it before and we really needed the money so I 
consented to go on for Danny. 

I got undressed with the greasy guy leering at me all 
the time while he and his lady took off Jake's collar 
and started putting socks on the front and hind legs. 
I knew why the socks went on the front paws but I had 
no idea why they were putting socks on his hind legs. 
The girl asked me if I had done this before and I said 
I had. She asked me if I was going to take his knot 
and when I said yes they just looked at each other and 
smirked. 

Greasy Lee just kept winking at me and saying, "He's 
gonna like you jiss fine." I decided it was time to 
get acquainted with my co-star and knelt down to pet 
him. He had suddenly realized what he was there for 
and licked me all over as he tried to jump up on me 
and start humping any part of me available. Danny was 
grateful for me to take her place but there was really 
no reason for it as I was getting very turned on by 
the idea of a good fucking. It became time for the 
show and I just kissed Danny tenderly, smiled at her 
and told her, "Watch this." 

I felt no apprehension about covering my identity, 
they had all seen me nude before as I had seen them 
all nude. They had all watched me having sex before as 
I had watched them all having sex. I entered before 
Jake and slowly strolled around the room with a broad 
smile and my hands on my hips, stopping and posing 
before couples and groups to let them examine my 
charms before I walked to the dais and knelt; a 
sacrifice presented for their enjoyment. 

They let the dog in from the kitchen and he darted 
into the room in a highly agitated state, prancing 
among the crowd, who were by that time in various 
stages of undress, and looking for his target. He 
found me and came to me in a supplicate manner, licked 
me briefly in the face, and then dove down to check 
out where he planned on planting his fuck-root. He 
lapped at my pouting labia and I rotated over on to my 
hip, grabbed my heel and pushed my leg high into the 
air in a broad spread. He pounced on my crotch and dug 
his tongue hungrily into my open, unprotected gash. A 
dog licking is so good.

I rolled on to my back and kept twisting around so 
that my captivated audience could get a good view. As 
I writhed, Jake kept stepping over my body with his 
fore paws and then begin to hump at the air above me; 
he knew this girl was his and wanted her bad. I kept 
low; not giving him any target of chance, to build 
tension for him, me, and everybody else. Looking 
around the room I could see my audience was riveted, 
all quiet and just staring at us wide-eyed as hands 
slowly crept toward crotches. 

I was enjoying Jake's attentions, I twitched under the 
jolts of tiny orgasms, my body was succumbing to 
Jake's will, I was slowly both physically and mentally 
yielding myself to Jake's control, a ready bitch was 
about to be presented for his mating. 

When I felt the time was right, I made my last free 
will choice of the evening by offering my sex to Jake 
for his use. I rolled on to my stomach and then raised 
myself up onto my knees and elbows - I was Jake's now. 
He wasted no time, he circled around behind me as I 
rose and waited in position, at the right opportunity 
his chest bounded onto the small of my back and his 
forelegs encircled my hips in one quick motion. 

I could tell right away Jake had done this before, his 
first chance to hump something more than air that 
night and he put himself right behind me, centered his 
hips over my butt and even made a slight thrusting 
adjustment necessary for finding a human vagina rather 
than a canine one. 

I was astounded that a dog that had never had me 
before could access me so easily as I felt his already 
swollen and distended hood jammed firmly against my 
vulva on the first thrust. My pussy lips were swollen 
for this kiss. The only thing I had to do was to arch 
my back down slightly to open my labia a bit for him, 
his very next thrust was right on center and sunk 
home. After getting his first solid piece of Violett, 
he used his grip on my waist for leverage and sucked 
his pelvis in tight against my ass. His third stroke 
was mostly just an extension of his second and I felt 
that rigid, pointy dog cock pushed in almost all the 
way to my cervix. 

I tensed up instinctively at having something so hard 
and sharp thrust in so deeply and aggressively, I 
wasn't ready for that. I knew from experience that a 
dog penis would loose its rigidity once it starts to 
swell out, but that usually takes a while. I wondered 
how many pokes like that I could take before he puffed 
out to cushion his spear and my vagina would 
accommodate his attack. I had also heard somewhere 
that great danes had about the biggest of all dog 
penises. A big enough knot and he could lock up with 
me! 

For the first time I worried if I could take a dog, 
and what if he tied with me before I could eject him! 
To my side I was relieved to see Greasy Lee stepping 
toward me and anxiously watching my face for any sign 
to pull Jake off. I pulled my stomach in to try and 
draw my sensitive uterus from Jake's reach. A tense 
few seconds passed as Jake worked himself in me and 
his dick puffed up. 

It was going to be OK, I relaxed and Jake became a 
welcome treat to my gig. Waves of pleasure came and 
with the threat of pain and injury gone I could 
welcome the orgasms overtaking me. Jake made himself 
at home on my back, leaning so far over me that his 
head was craned over my shoulder. Neck and neck, we 
exchanged breath with each other as we strained 
towards our goals. His heavy breathing and beastly 
grunts told me I may be leading but I was in no way 
controlling him. 

I knew my body was at the mercy of a large, powerful 
animal consumed by blind lust. Pushing himself forward 
with his paws on my thighs, he molded himself to me 
for leverage, enhancing our coupling into a full body 
contact. He was a big dog and his haunches wrapped 
around the outside of my hips and thighs and I felt as 
though my body were enclosed by his like a star fish 
around an oyster, held captive until his need of me 
was satiated. 

Moving only his hips in that seductive way animals 
mate, his haunches slapped, ground, and crowded 
against my soft ass. I could feel his muscles rippling 
and straining against my back, his soft fur on my 
naked skin was a delicious delight all by itself. His 
knot was already deep in me and that cock of his was 
feeling real good. Nature was reliably providing for 
both of us just fine. Jake was a master. His pounding 
and bouncing off my ass was delightful and our organs 
worked together brilliantly. 

I started cumming big time soon after I relaxed. It 
was a bit of a strain because I had to keep my cunny 
high enough for Jake to hit squarely and at the same 
time support his weight. I remained still and passive 
beneath him with my chin held up stoically and my eyes 
cast down demurely. Out of the corner of my eyes I 
could see the crowd frozen like statues, I actually 
think they had stopped breathing. They were at the 
edge of their seats watching in absolute disbelief. 
They were witnessing this beast's monstrously alien 
appendage perpetrating hell knows what unspeakable 
atrocities within a tender young woman's intimate, 
feminine province. 

Jake and I knew what was going on in there, a pleasure 
exchange disguised as a reproductive process. I was 
getting off on it so much. Their gawking awe was 
turning me on and Jake was helping so nicely. 

All that could be heard was the sloppy, rhythmic 
mashing of Jakes balls against my labia. I could feel 
a rumble start in Jake's chest that soon became a 
distinct growling that he let out intermittently as he 
fucked. It was a sensuous indicator of the nature of 
the exchange between us; we were, in spite of diverse 
biologies and all those spectators, two beings sharing 
intimate sexual gratification. For the benefit of the 
crowd I started to accompany his orations by softly 
moaning and cooing to him in time with his efforts. 

His cock truly was getting huge. He had swollen up to 
fill my passage and that knot was in me solid. It not 
only felt good where it was but it was a comforting 
presence that told me this was going to be a long 
enjoyable bond. His cock had lengthened and its 
squishy tip was bunched up against my cervix and 
gently rocking my womb with his thrusts. 

I turned my head to look for Danny, I wanted her with 
me, and I wanted to share this with her. My eye caught 
Greasy's girlfriend watching us pensively from the 
doorway like a coach watching her protégé. I wanted to 
tell her she trained him well. I picked Danny out of 
the crowd, I looked deep into her eyes as a tremendous 
climax seized me and I felt her love going out to me. 

I was amazed by Jake's stamina, in my experience a dog 
would only hump for at most a minute before they fell 
still and started to spew. This sweet son of a bitch 
had extended his performance to at least three times 
that. I had never had such a good fuck in my life from 
a non-plastic penis and I was feeling very grateful I 
had a vagina. I found out why they put socks on Jake's 
hind legs. He started a spastic torrent of thrusting 
and began to wail.

He was starting to cum and his hind legs came off the 
floor and clamped around the outside of my thighs. He 
dug and thrashed with all four legs as though he were 
trying to climb on top of my ass and he drove his hips 
against my crotch violently trying to shove his whole 
pelvis into me. His tail twisted and curled back and 
forth between my thighs. He whined and cried as he 
strained and then he just got very still yet tense. I 
could feel him issue inside me, the warmth spread from 
the back of my vagina all the way outward. 

Slowly, he began to relax his grip on me as wearily 
all four legs slid down and stood on the floor. He 
stood over me panting with his hips fastened to my 
butt by virtue of his knot lodged in me like a button 
in a buttonhole. His drool fell on my shoulder and his 
excess emissions were seeping out around his implanted 
penis and dripped from my labia onto the mattress. Our 
frenzied struggle came to a silent halt and I could 
hear snippets of dialogue in the crowd. 

"Wow! Did he ever get in to her." 

"Oh look, he's cumming in her!" 

"How could she ... filthy animal?" 

"Why doesn't he pull out?" 

"What do you mean 'hung up'?" 

"Is he still cumming?" 

"She really liked it, huh?" 

I certainly did. 

The whole room was falling out just like that scene in 
'Behind the Green Door'. If people weren't undressed 
before they certainly were now. Every cock in the room 
was erect. Within my limited view I could see one 
woman slide down between a man's legs and start deep-
throating him. To their side a couple was in a lip 
lock while masturbating each other. Two men got on the 
floor behind me to investigate Jake's entrenchment and 
our inter-species violation of natural law. When they 
got too close Jake whipped his head back and growled 
at them (‘My bitch! Mine!’).

Jake remained still with his pelvis glued to my ass, 
panting but apparently enjoying my cunny. He 
eventually got restless, stepped over my back and 
started toward the kitchen. He threw his hind leg over 
my butt and somehow wrenched himself free of my cunt 
sooner than I thought was possible. When he pulled 
free it was with a great sucking sound and a loud plop 
followed by a gush of coital residue spilling between 
my knees. I was startled by his quick, easy departure; 
he nearly pulled me inside out. 

When the room got their first sight of Jake's 
equipment they let out a distinct exclamation of 
disbelief, I was astonished myself. A bright red, ten 
or eleven inch, deformed carrot hung from his pelvis 
and dangled in the open air, still squirting his 
watery cum in a slow steady pulse. His knot was nearly 
as big as a baseball and kept his hood from drawing 
his big dick back in. 

The raw, obscene thing lolled around under his 
distended sheath looking tender and vulnerable but at 
the same time menacing and indomitable. Their 
exclamation was a mixture of fascination that dogs 
carried such weapons and admiration that I could 
completely envelop one. I looked at that marvelous yet 
hideous thing and thought it the perfect instrument to 
stuff a pussy with, and I so wanted it in me again. 

I sat back on my haunches with my hands on my knees 
and tried to ease my fluttering heart. I probed my 
ravaged gig with two fingers, everything was fine but 
I was shakier than I had ever been. I twirled my 
clitty round in circles, keeping myself stoked. I 
looked over toward the kitchen and found the 
girlfriend. She nodded at me knowingly and I smiled 
back. Jake stood behind me panting until he cooled off 
and then he plopped down, curled up, and tended to his 
exposed guts with his lapping tongue. 

Sex was breaking out all around us as couples oozed 
out of the room to find a secluded corner while others 
made resourceful use of couches, stools and chairs. 
Soon the room was alive with moans and heavy 
breathing, I had started an avalanche. They obviously 
thought the show was over but Jake and I knew better. 

It took a lot of work but he finally got his red 
rocket loaded back in his launch tube. He first 
started sniffing around some of the other action in 
the room but I called him back and assumed the 
position, knees and elbows. He darted to my ass, 
sniffed at me with tense interest, then lapped at my 
swollen, soggy gig. Again, he sprang onto my back, his 
forelegs encircled my hips and he started humping. I 
felt the wet, pointy head of his dog cock stabbing at 
my taint and crotch from inside his sheath, feeling 
its way toward my sex. He found the door open so he 
went in. 

He wasn't as aggressive this time; we were well-
accustomed partners now and knew what we were going to 
get from each other. His fore-legs firmly grasped my 
waist and his fore-paws pressed into the front of my 
thighs while his hind paws dug into the sheet between 
my knees, anxiously tearing at it for better leverage. 
He sank the entire boney, red shaft in and set about a 
steady pace. We had now wrested the attention of the 
crowd away from what they were doing. For all we 
cared, the audience did not exist; we were simply in 
our essence a penis and a vagina conducting a private 
exchange. Jake and I picked up right where we left off 
in the same rhythm and the same moans and groans. 

I rested my head on the mattress and watched Jake's 
claiming of my body. My tits swung lewdly back and 
forth and my body rocked under the labors of the beast 
now clamped to my butt like a steel girdle. His dick 
swelled and grew till it filled my whole ‘gina. It was 
warm with his high body heat and its mottled texture 
tingled as he churned it in me at a frantic pace. As 
an orgasm approached I started to feel the pleasure of 
his expanding knot, seizing his freely sliding motion 
in me. He was expanding and conforming to the contours 
of my vagina, and the soft tip tickling and curling up 
around my cervix. 

We were locked together for the duration of our 
unnatural act and I wouldn't have it any other way. I 
looked down between my legs and saw my pussy skewered 
by the pink shaft emerging from his furry sheath, his 
haunches humping obscenely against my naked thighs and 
his slender testicles swinging beneath. The huge dog 
cock buried within was doing its nature-created 
mission, anchoring itself for deep seeding. 

As I watched that point between us where dog joined 
woman I couldn't tell if my insatiable cunt was 
selfishly exploiting his body or if his opportunistic 
penis was greedily exploiting mine. I ground and 
gyrated my butt against his thrusts to lengthen his 
stroke and enrich the experience for both of us. We 
violated each other for a long, enjoyable ride, then 
his head started twisting and dodging over each of my 
shoulders and his thrusting became quicker and more 
desperate until he moved like he was caught in some 
kind of spastic, carnal-lust frenzy. 

Again he climbed precariously up on to my ass and used 
all four legs to drive into me, almost climbing over 
the top of me. With a sharp howl he began to unleash a 
huge flow of dog sperm, a warm pool grew deep inside 
me. This time I could feel the spurts of dog semen 
actually work their way up his cock with a throb and 
then squirt into the back my puss, my alter of life. 
His mating tool relentlessly squirted and sprayed, I 
could feel it spread; oozing around his throbbing 
cock; seeping into my womb.

He had stopped his humping but remained locked tight 
in his coital embrace against my butt with an almost 
vise-like grip of his forelegs around my waist. His 
muscles froze, he whined and cried, and he strained to 
keep his dick planted deep. He didn't unclench himself 
from my butt for almost a minute, unloading all the 
sperm that nature deemed necessary for successful 
conception. I was his bitch and that was what I was 
for. I was enjoying some climactic bliss of my own. I 
lost myself in it and its intensity washed over me. I 
surrendered to my body and let the spinning delirium 
of the orgasm spread through my nerves. His knot kept 
throbbing right against my g-spot, pushing me to come 
and all I had to do was twiddle my clit a little to 
set them off.

He released his furtive grip and climbed down from me 
to support himself on his own legs. He remained 
standing over my upturned butt, panting heavily from 
his exertion, and still squirting in me with stoic 
disinterest. He eventually started to get antsy again 
but this time, being unable to pull his cock free from 
the firm grasp of my vagina, all he could do was 
change his position. 

First, he stepped over my back so that both of his 
forelegs stood at my right side. This left his hips 
high-centered over mine with his hind legs dangling in 
the air. He remedied this by throwing his left leg 
over my back so that his right leg could touch the 
mattress. He eventually slid it on over and I could 
feel his dick twisting in my cunt. We were tied, 
knotted, locked-up butt-to-butt, just like one of 
those nature films. I pulled my knees together to hold 
him in me and raised myself up from my elbows on to my 
hands. I drew myself into an erect, proud pose to make 
the picture complete: 'Woman Locked in Coitus with an 
Animal'. 

I was enjoying the subtle pulsation of his knot and 
orgasms just kept rolling on through with his cum 
running down the insides of my thighs. The festivities 
continued throughout the room; watching me while they 
fucked. Around me I could hear others in the throes of 
their climaxes. At some point I felt Jake's tail wag 
on my back and then someone kneeling at my side. It 
was Danny. She hugged me, stroked me, pulled back my 
hair and peppered me with kisses. She lay down beside 
me and then slid beneath me. Our arms enclosed around 
each other and I fell upon her for a deep kiss. My joy 
was complete as my pussy hosted Jake's vulgar, 
desecration and erotic manipulations I had my beloved 
Danny locked in my arms. I didn't suppress my rich, 
sensuous moans; I was in heaven and lost all track of 
time. 

Eventually, his knot shrank down and Jake pulled free. 
The recoil sent me tumbling over Danny. She rolled 
over the top of me and replaced her mouth with her 
breast. She cradled me in her arms and whispered sweet 
things in my ear as I suckled. The club didn't like 
the entertainment to loiter around after the show so 
she was anxious to get me snapped out of my lust-
stupor and out of the room. 

I was very weak-kneed but she managed to get me to my 
feet and we wove our way between copulating couples to 
the kitchen. Once there she dressed both herself and 
me and we got up to leave. We stepped over Greasy Lee 
stuffing his ladylove silly on the floor as Jake 
lapped at their conjoined crotches. When we got home 
Danny gave me a romantic, candle lit bath, put me to 
bed, and then gently stroked lotion into the pussy I 
had just given to a dog until I fell into deep sleep 
nestled in her arms. 

The very next weekend we went to a local kennel to 
adopt a retired greyhound, carefully choosing the most 
friendly and "responsive" male we could find (jocks 
make the best lovers). I remember that first night 
when I coached my beloved through her first inter-
species intercourse, preparing her, positioning her, 
assisting her mount, and guiding the entry. 

I especially liked holding her and watching the 
changes that manifested her as she detached herself to 
that place in their minds where women go while they 
intimately host a penis. I slid underneath them and 
wrapped my legs around both of them as I kissed her 
and nibbled on her neck through one mount after 
another while seminal fluid dripped from her snatch 
onto mine. 

I can’t explain how beautiful it feels to hold my love 
in my arms as she gets fucked or as I get fucked. We 
have had a dog living with us ever since, not so much 
as a regular accompaniment to our lovemaking but as a 
personal enrichment routine; when you’re so horny and 
you’re all alone. He’s better than a vibrator; he’s a 
self-cleaning fuck machine and automatic home security 
system.

Go be good to yourself. Wash your hands when you’re 
done.

END?

By Sailbad@storiesonline.org

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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