Newsgroups: alt.sex.bestiality From: an484844@anon.penet.fi (Art Montage) Date: Sun, 31 Mar 1996 00:15:59 UTC Subject: dogslut (M, dog) Dog Slut I am a dog slut. It's not something one commonly admits, but somehow just seeing "dog slut" written out makes my testicles react. Maybe because at the moment I am really in the dog slut mode. Most of the time I can control my yearning, but when it has been several months since I had sex with a woman... my libido goes hyper-ballistic. I start listening to the town's oldie station. That is where lost dogs are reported. When I hear an appealing report, I hop in my car and head to the area the person lost their dog. It's a crap shoot, and there is no guarantee that the lost dog is in heat, but usually there is a reason why the dog is roaming. I am employed in computer graphics and that has me traveling a lot. The traveling is the reason why I don't have a dog of my own. I also don't know anyone who I would trust with a dog when I have to travel five to six times a year. That is just about the only downside to my job. A major plus is the hours, because of the various printing jobs I work from 3 a.m. to 11:30 a.m. It's not easy getting up at 1:30 a.m. to get ready for work, nor is it a bundle of joy knowing I have to get to bed around 6 p.m., but when I am slumming for a bitch in heat having a mid-afternoon free works out well. I just sat down to reel off a new experience and already I have gone off on a tangent. When I got home today there was a golden retriever wandering around my back yard. Like I said, I am in the dog slut mode and I was aching with desire when the dog rambled up to me. My mood slowly sunk like a low budget Titanic movie when I realized the retriever was a male. Randy had a tag that gave pertinent information like his name his rabies vaccinations and his owner. I brought the dog in and fed him. Fortunately for Randy I like to keep things ready at my place for the occasional four legged visitor, but the canned dog food and rawhides were really for more feminine guests... I was just about to dial Melissa, Randy's owner, when I found out just how much of a dog slut I was... and decided to have a little fun with the brown-eye lover boy. What changed my plans was seeing Randy lick his pink shaft... that and my unmuzzled desire to get laid - one way or another. After tossing Randy a couple of treats I went into my bedroom to change. I took off all my work clothes and put on a sweat shirt and a jock strap, which left my ass bare for some cold nose nuzzles. I just walked around the kitchen doing various things. I made myself a sandwich and did the dishes. At first I was casual, but with not much of a response from Randy I started to do a little more parading. The dog seemed content to chew the rawhide I gave him and randomly lick his dick. The more he ignored me, the hornier I got. By the time dishes were done I had taken my jock off and a couple times wiggled my dick in front of Randy with no results. When it comes to a blow job women have the understanding of pleasure and the patience, but, for general licking, dogs are far superior. So I had one of the finest tongues in the animal kingdom in my kitchen, I was naked from the waist down, and the dog was licking himself. And driving me crazy with desire I might add. After wiping my hands dry on a towel I decided it was time for some encouragement. I took a spoon and dipped out a dollop of Miracle Whip. I'm sure it isn't where the name comes from, but I have found it works miracles when it comes to getting a dog to start licking me. I smeared the white Whip onto my penis and balls, feeling a bit of a jolt from the coldness of the sandwich spread that had been in the refrigerator. It is a small price to pay, knowing I would soon have a hot tongue on my loins. I sat on a rug and called Randy over for a `treat' - for both he and I. At first he was tentative, sniffing at my penis, but soon he was licking me clean. I have found the randomness of the licking to be thrilling. Half of the time the dogs are licking my stomach or thighs, missing my penis and balls, but when the dog's tongue finds the mark, the quick rough licks are heavenly. I have put this knowledge to good use. When I am with a woman I will zero in on her clitoris and once I find right where her `crazy spot' is I will occasionally miss it for a couple licks, then when I return, the response is electric. What usually pushes me right to the edge (and often over) is the fact that dogs have long skinny tongues that are probing. Every so often the dog's nose would take him between my legs and the tongue would slither along my ass. That lick would quickly be followed by a probing slip into my anus. What usually follows is an unsuppressed moan from me. I had to control my moans, because after a good ass lick Randy would back away when he heard my long moan of pleasure. It gave me a chance to apply more Miracle Whip, but as I got closer to an orgasm, it was an unneeded interruption. By the time I had smeared all of the Miracle Whip onto me, Randy seemed to be content to lick away without any incentive. He was getting into the action, partly due to the fact I was rocking my pelvis in rhythm with his tongue. Randy nearly caused me to scream when he jumped on me. I hadn't noticed that the closer I got to an orgasm the more Randy wanted to fuck. I was moments away from an orgasm when he decided to start humping me. At that point getting Randy to finish me off looked to be futile. Each time I would push him back, he would give a couple obligatory licks and try to start humping me. The last time his dick came very close. After his dick had bumped against my sphincter ten or twelve times I managed to get him back. It was then I realized I'd have to do something, one of which included being raped by a 100 pound golden retriever. It was apparent the more I engaged in this foreplay, the more Randy was going to have his way with me, regardless if I liked it or not. I could continue as we were and let him ram into me full throttle - and have his way with me - or I could find an alternative. I grabbed Randy's front paws and pulled him so his cock was hovering over mine. This didn't stop the furry one from thrusting his pelvis. Suddenly we were finding mutual pleasure; Randy was able to grind his penis into mine. He was seeping sperm, so when our dicks met, they slipped by like two submarines in the night. Just as Randy's humping pushed me closer and closer to delirium, I felt a new sensation provided by the dog's long, probing tongue. I was holding the dog's paws, to keep him from backing up and ravaging my sphincter and so he wouldn't leave `love scratches' on my chest. Before I could figure out if I liked the same tongue licking my face that had just been reaming my ass or how I could stop it, Randy's tongue ferreted its way into my mouth. Suddenly I found that the coarse grain of his tongue that I adored on my loins was no less enjoyable slithering in my mouth After being licked to near orgasm, the new sensations of being `French kissed' by a K-9 and the physical pressure of Randy grinding his cock into me was too much. My body tensed up, I wrapped my arms around Randy - holding him to stabilize myself (but also in passion) - and I released an orgasm. Suddenly being held and my bestial moan must have scared Randy, because as soon as my arms relaxed he stopped humping and backed away. Randy didn't move too far away. He noticed my sperm that had oozed onto my belly. After a couple of sniffs, Randy licked up my sperm. He also lightly licked my penis and testicles, with two or three swipes along my ass. All of this as I rested in the after-glow of one of the most intense orgasms I had had in some months. Soon Randy was back under the kitchen table, alternating between his rawhide and semi-erect penis. I kind of leered at him. Nothing makes me more of a dog slut than to be totally satiated by a four-legged friend. Though I was totally spent, I knew I owed him one and before I called his owner - by hook or crook - I was going to make sure that dog's penis exploded in an orgasm. The End