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She ends up trying out the goods and gets caught in the act by a guy friend. (F/beast, MF, sloppy seconds) *** Well, I finally finished moving into my new house about two months ago. And boy, what a job. I am glad all the boxes and everything are unpacked and put away. After moving from my college apartment and leaving my two roommates behind, I really looked forward to moving to Denver and starting a new life on my own. The new job was really great, but the night life was a little slow. One thing about my new house is that it's so quiet all the time. About a month ago I met another neighbor in the park, and she had the most beautiful Dane I have ever seen. She bought him from someone else for companionship, but admitted he was a pretty good watchdog to have around also. She came over to my new house for a visit and admitted she really was in a fix, though. Her job sometimes required her to go out of town for overnight jaunts, and she hated to leave her dog alone. Of course, I really didn't feel that I was set up for a dog so large, but leaving him alone seemed so cruel. So I told her the next time she had to go, ring me and I might be willing to "dog-sit" for her. Well, right then she mentioned that on the next Thursday she was leaving for Kansas City and would be back Monday afternoon. So, I agreed to give it a try, and off they went, happy for the time so well planned. *** Thursday afternoon she brought Damon over. Along with him came a large leash of course and his food and water tray. She promised to be back as soon as possible and left for the airport. Damon sat at the door for a while, as if waiting for her to walk back in, but after a while he started nosing around the house and found himself a comfortable spot on the living room floor. After we both had our dinner, I went into the living room for some television. Damon came over to my feet and curled up around my ankles. That night, he slept at the foot of my bed. Friday afternoon after work, I had almost forgotten he was there. When I came in through the door, Damon jumped up on me almost scaring me to death, licking my face. He followed me all around the house watching me as I had a few beers and began to fix dinner. After our dinner, I sat on the couch in the living room. About 10 or so (and 10 or so beers), Damon jumped up on the couch and lay down beside me. I didn't mind him on the couch really as his coat is short, and he is very clean. He was chewing on his toy, and I playfully took it away and tossed it across the living room floor. He chased after it, all 150 pounds of him. He brought it back to me and laid it in my lap for another throw. We played toss for a while until he tripped over my beer and it spilled over on the floor on the carpet. I went to the kitchen and returned with a towel to wipe it up. I rubbed the beer out of the carpet, and the bottle rolled up under the couch. I had to get down on my knees to reach under to get at it. I really hadn't noticed Damon. When I got down on my hands and knees, he mounted me! At first, I was concentrating on reaching the bottle, and I thought he was still playing. But as I reached up under the couch further, I could feel his forepaws reach around my waist. As I began backing out, I could feel him start to hump against my rear making motions like he was really fucking me!!! I blushed as I got up from the floor and returned to the kitchen. I threw the bottle in the trash and got another beer from the refrigerator. As I turned around, there was Damon, and I couldn't help but look at him after that en- counter. He was just watching me making no further advances. I returned to the living room and sat down with my beer. Damon stood in front of me for a moment, and then jumped up, placing his forepaws on my shoulders. I had a view of his undersides, and GOD, there was the most huge hard-on I had ever seen standing stiff and erect with a large ball about 8 inches from the tip!!! I was almost afraid to move him, but I reached up and took his paws from my shoulders and told him to get down. He jumped right back up in my face, licking my neck and pushing all his weight up on me. As I tried to squirm out from under him, I pushed out sideways on the couch. Damon immediately came on stronger bringing his body weight up on me until my legs gave way and my thighs opened up giving him further encouragement. I held onto his collar holding his face up out of mine, but I could feel him starting to hump me again making hard enough thrusts that he was forcing my legs open further and his huge dick was searching for satisfaction. I felt a burning shame in my mind... what if he...? NO! I couldn't! But he just kept jamming his dick into my leg, and I started to get slightly dirty pictures in my mind of Damon taking me... satisfying his drive in my.... GOD... this was so un-natural... or was it? Damon seemed to somehow know what I was thinking. He wouldn't stop thrusting at me. The picture was clear in my mind now, and I found myself looking down again at his dick. It was as huge as ever, and I took one hand away and reached down under him and rubbed his chest, quickly working my way down his stomach. He quieted down... waiting? As I finally reached out and grasped his dick, I felt how hard it was. He didn't move away. I had a quick thought, and brought my hand back and spit on it. Then I grasped his dick again and started slowly stroking it. I only had to stroke it a few times to realize what I was doing... and I made up my mind.... Damon got down and let me remove my panties. There was no need for teasing or foreplay on my part. My mind was racing, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it out loud, and my face must have turned eighty shades of red as I thought of what my desires were suggesting. At least with Damon I didn't need to worry about HIM telling... I quickly undressed right there on the couch and wondered how I should do this... on my back? On my hands and knees? Hmmm... But Damon was no longer watching. He could smell me. Smell my pussy... like a bitch in heat... that's what he saw in me... a bitch in heat! I got down on the floor in front of the couch on my hands and knees, spreading my knees apart and lifting my ass into the air, wondering if he could be coaxed onto my back, when Damon mounted me again. This time there was no turning back. I knew there would be no way to stop this animal once he started and that only seemed to turn me on more. Damon's forepaws wrapped around my waist. I could feel him getting into position, his dick was already thrusting. Then... the head of his doggy dick found it's way to my pussy. THIS WAS IT! DAMN! IT WAS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN! FUCK! My mind was numb. But my body was throbbing with lust. I WANTED to be fucked by him? I wanted to be fucked by this animal! This picture in my mind was driving me crazy with desire... BEING FUCKED BY A DOG! GOD! Now, Damon's dick was just barely entered into me. I could feel him start to hump a little and then... BOOM! He rammed it in! NO STOPPING like my boyfriends, right away everything was just rammed in, deep... and almost all the way out... and then IN AGAIN! Damon's 150lb body just continually kept ramming his dick in and out of to me life a tireless jackhammer. I spread my knees further, lowering my ass, and then I could feel him penetrating deeper into me. It was so BIG AND LONG! GOD! He was bucking against me wildly now... I was close to getting off too, the friction alone was sending me over the edge. Then I felt something strange... the ball on his dick, it was ramming up against my pussy opening, he was trying to get that in too! No, god! I can't open up that much! But Damon kept right on ramming me, Oh! Oh! Oh god! No! NO! The only thing to do was try and get him off of me, but Damon GROWLED when I tried to rise up, and then it was IN! Shit! SHIT! CHRIST! He had his entire dick, knot and all jammed in me! I buried my face in the carpet, letting him take me -- what else could I do? -- There was no way to get him to stop... oh god! I didn't want him to stop! By the shivering of his fury body and his panting breath, I could tell he was really close to cumming in me now. I could feel his thrusts were quicker. I raised my ass higher, offering him more access, OFFERING HIM MORE! GOD! I can't believe I was doing this! And I wanted him to! I was sopping wet. I was just beginning to fully realize I was being fucked -- oh god -- now that his dick was in me all the way, it was really making me crazy with lust! He was bucking into me wildly now. I could feel his strokes speeding up to lightning speed. Oh god it feels so good. Then he rammed into me all the way and his body tensed and he whined. HE WAS CUMMING! I could feel it exploding into me! I raised my ass higher offering him all the room I could give. God... it felt so GOOD to have him squirting in me! I kept lightly humping back and forth on his dick while he held still, squirting all of his doggy cum into me. "I could feel the Dane still buried in me as I began to come down from my own climax. When I was able to catch my breath and tried to move off his dick, I realized that his knot held us tied together. I felt very exposed and vulnerable to be on my hands and knees with him supported along my back. Just then I heard the noise of the door opening... * * * I'm an acquaintance of Susan's. We didn't know each other very well, but we had spoken in the supermarket several times. We live about three doors apart. I remembered that she had said that I could borrow a rare recording that she had. This was a good time for me to make a copy, so I headed over to her place. When I got there, I started to knock, but the first touch on the door showed that it had been very carelessly closed. It swung open silently, and I stepped inside. When I glanced up, you can imagine my surprise to see demure Susan on her knees with a Great Dane firmly buried in her pussy. I ejaculated, "What have we here?" I startled her with the realization that I had caught her "red handed". Her first response was to try to get up but the weight of the dog kept her firmly in place. I went to where they were and knelt beside her. "Hi, what have we here?" I asked as I reached for her hanging tit. She could only stammer, but the words would not come. My left hand slid between her legs to feel the con- junction of her pussy and the dog's cock, while my right hand began to massage her tits more firmly. "You don't have to say a thing because I can see what you've been doing!" Her face was red with shame, mainly from having been caught. "You won't say anything about this to anybody, will you?" she said. My answer was to turn her face toward me and to press my lips against hers. My tongue began to explore her mouth first gently, and then more insistently. It took a few moments, but, first reluctantly then more freely, her tongue began to respond in kind. It must have been about ten minutes before the dog could dismount to go and lay in a corner of the room, satisfied. During that time, Susan's nipples got hard again from my play, and her breathing began to get shallower from the French kisses and the massage to her pussy. With my left hand, I had undone my zipper, opened my pants and pushed my shorts down out of the way. It goes without saying that my cock was standing hard and ready for action. As soon as the dog pulled out, I fell backward pulling Susan over me by my grip on her tits. "Guide me into you," I commanded. She reached down and directed the tip of my cock to the entrance of her already well used pussy. As you can imagine, I had no trouble sliding into her. The cum from the dog mixed with her own juices had made her almost too slippery to get any friction. "Fuck me like the dog fucked you," I commanded. With that she began to raise and lower herself using my cock like a guide rail, humping me harder and harder. The hard thud of her pelvis against me, the feel of her cunt lips as they reached for the head of my cock, over and over, began to build my tension until all I wanted was to fill her with my cum. I was able to hold on a little longer while I put the back of my middle finger against her clit. The weight of her body bouncing her clit against that finger soon had her on the edge of her own climax. I saw the look, almost of pain, which controlled her face, and then saw the sense of release that replaced it, and I felt the relaxation that rippled through the previously tense muscles of her body. This was the sign I needed, and with a couple more strokes on my part, I set myself to erupting. I pulled her ass as close to my body as I could get it because I wanted to know that my cum was buried as deeply as the dog's had been, so deeply in her that it would take all day to dribble out, a constant reminder of how well she had been fucked. After a time of silence while we rested, I broke her up into laughter when I said, "When are you going to dog sit again...?" END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. 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