One of Life's Defining Moments
Shady Lady Julie
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There are moments in life that define you, and this was one of them. I could feel the dog's slobber drip onto my back, its hot breath panting in my ear, it's slippery cock jabbing wildly leaving wet trails across my ass. It was at that moment that I knew with every fibre of my being that I wanted to become a dog slut. As I felt the dog's movements become more frantic my mind flashed back to how I started this journey, and it was hard to imagine it was less than a week ago.
It was a dreary Monday morning as I sat at my husband's computer idly flicking through his browser history, which he normally carefully cleared, wondering what sort of things really turned him on, when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. "I am still attractive," I thought as I looked at myself with a critical eye. My long straight black hair fell just past my shoulders and as my deep brown eyes stared back at me, I took in my full figure. Sitting a little more upright I thrust out my 38C breasts that still had little sag despite reaching my 40th birthday a few months back. I stood and sucked my tummy in a little, and admired that my ass was still tight, thanks to the regular gym work outs.
"You still got it girl," I said with a smile, and sat back down at the computer, "but life is just so goddamned dull," I sighed, as I clicked the next URL on the history page.
I gasped at the image that popped onto the screen, a picture of a naked woman on all fours being mounted by a large, black, Great Dane. The voices in my head were screaming to close the browser, but I watched my hand, almost involuntarily, navigate the mouse to the big red PLAY button and click.
My mouth went dry as the sound of the woman's moaning filled the room and I sat spell bound as I watched the cause of her moaning, a huge angry red dog cock, which rapidly plunged in and out of her body. She looked helpless and trapped beneath the powerful beast, yet from the sounds she was making she was clearly enjoying herself. I felt the sight of a woman and a dog should repulse me but I felt myself get wet and hot between my legs. Blindly without thought, I slipped my panties off from under my dress and put my feet up onto the desk. Spreading my knees wide apart, feeling wonderfully slutty and excited, I started to rub myself frantically. I heard the woman panting as it seemed our orgasms were building together, and as she screamed with pleasure the dog clearly unloaded inside her as I thrust 3 fingers deep inside, fucking myself hard, shuddering as a huge orgasm burst through me. In what seemed like ages later, the video had stopped and I stared at the screen waiting for my heart to slow to normal beat. My face reddened as I thought about what I had seen and the way I had reacted, yet as I scrubbed myself in the shower, my nerve endings still tingling, I knew a fire had been lit that might never be put out.
I could hardly wait for my husband to leave for work the next day, though he left with a huge smile on his face. The night before we had made love and the best was as he took me on all fours. As he puffed away hardly believing his luck at sex on a weekday, I closed my eyes and imagined I was that woman with the black Great Dane fucking me into ecstasy. Often I have to fake it with my husband, but not last night, as I came easily and viciously as I pictured myself as a dog slut.
His car hadn't even pulled out of the drive when I clicked on the first link and watched, holding my breath, as a different dog, a large Alsatian, mounted a different woman. I was more prepared this time, the robe I had worn to see my husband off to work was now discarded on the other side of the room and I sat in the chair naked. Earlier after a frenzied search I had found the never before used dildo that had been bought as a joke for my 40th birthday party. That night it had been waved in the air a few times to loud peals of laughter, subject of a few dirty jokes before ending up being hidden in the back of my underwear drawer. Now, it sat staring at me on the desk, as if it knew what I was becoming.
The dildo was bigger than I remembered and my hand didn't quite fit round its girth. I could feel the lifelike veins on its black and smooth skin and I began to become concerned it wouldn't actually fit, as it was at least twice as big as my husband that meant it must be nearly 10" long. Still wondering, I clicked on more and more links and felt myself flood as the screen filled with the images of woman after woman being fucked by dogs and sucking their cocks. As quick as one video started it seemed to end, sometimes leaving me unfulfilled, almost sobbing I clicked on yet more links and was soon rewarded. I lost count of how many orgasms I had over the next few hours and my pussy was sore from the savage fucking I had given it over the morning with the huge dildo, which now fitted with ease.
Needing a break, but still seeking knowledge and not wanting to leave this exciting new world, I logged onto a chat site that specialised in more extreme sex. Selecting the dog sex room, I entered my screen name as Sally Slut and started chatting. After a couple of hours I had learned a few things about dog sex, not the least being that it was more common than I had thought. I explored my feelings & fantasies and had joked and flirted with many men and a few women, causing me to squirm in my chair with lust, though the dildo had sat unused like a huge black totem pole on the desk. I started to feel more relaxed but was still cautious about revealing any details apart from my name for fear of the dangers of blackmail about liking such a taboo subject. I had become more open about my desires and although I had never had any lesbian encounters in real life, over the years I had a couple of lesbian fantasies about certain women I knew and found chatting with other women even more stimulating, though I suspected more than one was a man.