The Julie Journals - Beast Extracts

The last few chapters of the Julie Journals have been written in the first person rather than the third. I find that when relating something so personal, it’s easier to write from within rather than as an observer (if that makes sense).

2025 was a barren year for me when it came to sex of the canine variety. Sure, my husband had kept me pretty well satisfied, but I craved something else...dog cock. The last time I had been fucked by a dog was 5th Nov 2024, and I was missing it big time. My chance to change this started in a church, of all places, at a fund-raising event for Ukrainian refugees in January.

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“Hi Julie, Long time no see. Hope you and JJ had a great Christmas.”

I looked around to see Mike sitting at a table, and at his feet, curled up half asleep, was his chocolate Labrador, Rocky. His muzzle was showing signs of age with a couple of grey hairs, and he seemed bigger and fuller in the body.

“How old is he now?” I said, crouching down to stroke his fur as I peeked casually at the hairy sheath that concealed the instrument of pleasure that he had used on me to great effect a few times over the years. The last time he had mounted me was in 2023 during a wonderful summer of love, and his balls were still very much intact.

“He’s ten but is still very fit and active, so we are hoping he will be with us for a little longer,” Mike laughed as he ruffled Rocky’s head. I wondered if he had any idea how active he would be if I got my opportunity.

“How are the girls?” I said, playing for time, as I watched my husband move around the church and then head towards me. I was pretty certain that at least one, if not both the daughters had enjoyed Rocky but could never prove it.

“They are doing great, both at university now, so we only see them during the holidays these days. Just me, Debbie and of course Rocky rattling round the house.”

“So what do you need?”

Mike smiled, his grey beard crinkling and his eyes twinkling, “Well, I want to surprise Debbie and take her away for a Valentine’s weekend, so I was wondering...”

He nodded towards Rocky, who was regarding me with his big brown eyes. I can’t read minds, but I wanted to think that his look was remembering how his bitch moaned, screamed and orgasmed on his cock. Even if he wasn’t thinking it, I certainly was.

“I would be delighted to,” I laughed, trying not to get any wetter than I already was.

“Delighted to do what?” JJ, my husband said as he appeared at my side.

“Look after Rocky while Mike surprises Debbie with a lovely romantic weekend away.” I didn’t add that while they were away, their dog would be fucking me senseless, as my husband has no idea about my sexual practices.

“When?” JJ asked forever practical.

“I am looking to book for Friday the 13th and then come back on the Saturday around lunchtime.”

On the way back from the church JJ mentioned that although he was happy for me to look after Rocky, he wasn’t prepared to have... and I quote... some big hairy beast slobbering all over the house.

The scene was now set; all I needed to do was put the finishing touches to my plan.

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I had convinced JJ to go and visit some of his old pals for a drink, as he had been yipping on about how he was missing the old days. We agreed he would drive down on Friday while I went to Mike & Debbie’s, then come back on Saturday once he had sobered up. We could then celebrate Valentine's Day with a special meal that I would cook for him.

“Text me,” I said as he got into his car and drove off. Just as I said that, my phone buzzed, and it was Debbie.

“Thank you, thank you, you are a star. I have left Rocky’s food in the fridge, and the key to the house is in the usual place. Will see you around 3 on Sat. Xxx”

I went upstairs to grab a small bag, not that I planned on wearing much, but I needed to keep up appearances. All that kept blasting through my brain was... ”I am going to get fucked.”

I stood in front of the mirror naked and could feel my husband’s cum still warm inside me. As was tradition, we had enjoyed a quickie before he left, which had left me breathless, full and happy but also itching for more. I didn’t bother with underwear and dressed in an old sweatshirt along with a short denim skirt that came mid-thigh. I knew it looked a bit tarty, but as I was driving, no one would notice, and I wanted to waste no time with Rocky.

Getting to their house, I retrieved the key from the safe place where they always left it and let myself into the kitchen. I was greeted with a flying huge bundle of chocolate fur that almost knocked me off my feet as Rocky greeted me enthusiastically. I think his eagerness was born more out of excitement than anything else, and I wanted to change his focus as soon as possible.

Pulling up my skirt, I revealed my nakedness to him, urging him towards my dripping cunt. At first, he seemed nonplussed, and a stupid thought ran through my head, “Had he forgotten me?” It had been three years since he last fucked me; maybe he was no longer interested. I tried to physically direct his head towards my groin, encouraging him with words. “Come on boy, your bitch is back.”

Then my scent must have hit his nostrils and permeated his brain, as with a low growl, his long pink tongue rasped across my pussy lips. Any woman who has been licked by a dog will be able to relate to the sensations that ripped through me like an electric shock. Leaning back against the kitchen countertop, I opened my thighs to allow him full access as his long tongue delved inside me, making me moan in pleasure.

I could feel my legs going wobbly, and a quick glance under Rocky told me he was as excited as I was. “Time to reclaim your bitch,” I groaned as I pushed his head away and dropped to all fours. With my skirt around my waist, I patted my ass in encouragement as he danced from paw to paw, his cock spraying pre-cum on the floor.

“Would I need to help him?” I thought to myself, feeling behind to guide him home, but it wasn’t needed. The tip found its target and wiggled for a moment before, with a thrust of his powerful hips, he drove his cock deep inside. That first thrust made me yell out in orgasm as his front paws fastened on my hips, pulling himself forward as he thrust fast.

Dropping my head to my folded arms in front of me, I started to burble encouragement, “Oh fuck yes, use my cunt. Take me like the bitch I am.”

My words meant nothing to Rocky as he had his own agenda, which was to force his knot inside me and breed me. Through the haze of pleasure, I could feel his knot banging to demand entry and relaxing, I pushed back to his thrusts. My reward was his knot driving inside, sending a crashing wave of climax through me as I opened to receive him. My cunt clamped around the base as he started to swell, locking us together in preparation for breeding. His knot throbbed against my g-spot as he started to spurt red-hot jets into me. I was mumbling incoherently as he slowed his thrusts, letting his knot pulse his seed into his bitch.

“Thank you…thank you…thank you,” was all I could mumble as he bred me.

What could have been a minute later, or an hour, as I had lost track of time, I felt him tug to free himself. His task done, he had other matters to attend to, and with a slight pain and a sharp tug, he pulled away. There was a sudden void inside me, and I wanted to suck him as a reward as I often do with my husband, but he had moved away, his red cock rapidly retreating into its furry sheath.

I knelt for a moment longer to gather my breath and my thoughts as I felt what he had deposited in me start to move. I wanted to be a slut, so clamping my hand over my cunt I flexed inside to expel his seed into my palm. Then, shifting to my mouth, still on all fours, I lapped the sticky mess, relishing the slightly bitter taste.

Once my hand was clean, I stood and looked at Rocky, who had curled up in his bed basket. “You get your rest,” I laughed softly, “you have a busy night ahead.”

I removed my skirt fully to be naked from the waist down, but kept my top on while I cooked. Debbie had left me a cottage pie in the fridge, and between cooking that and feeding Rocky, I made sure he got every opportunity to smell my scent. Bending forward, I would be rewarded with a sniff and sometimes a lick as if he were almost teasing me. When I sat at the kitchen table, he wiggled under and between my legs using his head to force my thighs apart. Any seed that hadn’t been expelled into my hand earlier, he proceeded to lick from inside me, his tongue probing deeply. I stopped eating for fear of stabbing myself with a fork as I gripped the table, orgasming onto his wonderful tongue. It must have taken me an hour and at least three orgasms to finish my dinner, as by the end of it, I could hardly stand. As I put the dishes into the dishwasher, he jumped up and tried to mount, nearly causing a disaster.

“Seems someone is ready for round two,” I laughed, as he followed me into the living room. Mike & Debbie have a great padded pouffe that matches their settee, which I had covered with a towel earlier, after round one with Rocky. I removed my top, so I was totally naked before kneeling, then dropping myself over it.

“Time to fuck your bitch again,” I purred as I wiggled my ass invitingly.

I swear he was teasing me again. Instead of mounting me straight away as my body was screaming for, he poked his cold nose into my ass as his tongue rasped over my highly sensitive pussy lips.

“Do you want to fuck my ass?” I groaned, wondering if he had suddenly become interested in anal. I was so turned on that anything and everything was flashing through my head. I reached behind and pulled my cheeks apart in a display of wanton lust. “I am your dog slut,” I moaned loudly, desperate for his cock in any hole as he poked his tongue into my ass almost like he was prepping me for anal. I knew that would be painful, despite my love of back door sex, but at that moment, I just needed fucking.

He jumped up and started to prod, his cock seeking a hole as he slid over my ass cheeks, leaving slimy trails. I reached back and grabbed him, his warm cock thrusting through my hand as he became more determined to enter me. For a brief moment, I contemplated letting him use my ass, but at the last moment, I guided him to my soaking cunt.

He slammed home, almost crushing my hand against my ass as he started to fuck me. He wanted to grab my hips, but the width and height of the pouffe made that difficult, so instead he placed his paws on my lower back. As he fucked his paws slipped higher towards my shoulders, pressing me down. I could feel his soft belly fur rubbing against my flesh as he drove in and out.

When his knot refused to come out due to its size, I clenched inside, and his thrusting stopped as he started to pump his seed into me. He lay panting on my back for what seemed ages as his spurts became less frequent. When he finally slipped out, I twisted to grab him before he could move away.

“Not so fast,” I laughed as I bent under him and directed his still dripping cock to my mouth. I don’t normally suck dogs, but I had been chatting with a few people online, and they all encouraged me to give it a try. Gripping behind the knot, I encouraged a few more spurts, and then, with a devilish thought, I wiped his cock over my face, leaving trails of seed on my cheeks before sucking again. Even though he had filled me, there was still enough of his seed to give me a nice belly full.

It was dark o’clock, and I could hear Rocky whining in his bed basket just along the corridor. I was in the guest bedroom, which was a converted integral garage on the ground floor. I would have loved to have called Rocky to me, but I knew Mike & Debbie had a no-dogs rule in bedrooms, which was deeply ingrained in Rocky. Slipping out of bed, I pulled my tee-shirt over my head so I was naked, “Your bitch is coming,” I whispered softly as I walked into the kitchen where Rocky slept.

Whether he had been dreaming or not, he was awake when I walked into the room, his eyes shining in the dark. He sniffed loudly and jumped from his bed to greet me, but also nudged me towards his bed. My pussy was on fire, “He wants to fuck me in his bed,” my head was screaming as I felt myself flood. Kneeling half in and half out, I pressed my face to his blanket, inhaling his doggy smell. He mounted me and his cock found its goal quickly, burying deep inside as I exhaled, “Fuck…yes.”

As before, his paws were on my back as he drove in and out, but this time, without the pouffe under me, I could arch my ass and lower my shoulders, causing his paws to slip further up my back. I will admit freely that for me, there is something ultimately sexually fulfilling about being pinned down by a dog, and when his paws touched my head, I started to orgasm. My screams of pleasure were muffled in the doggy blanket as he pressed my head into it, driving his knot in.

I was open and flooding, which allowed him to push and pull his knot in and out, making me gurgle with joy. Eventually, his knot swelled too much to allow him to pull out, so once again locked together, he bred me for the third time.

*****

The following morning, I woke with my hand between my legs, teasing my clit. I didn’t even bother putting on my sleeping tee-shirt, but padded naked to the kitchen where an impatient Rocky stood by the back door. Opening it, he ran to his spot, and I stood contemplating outdoor sex for a moment, something I had done before, but it was too cold for today. Leaving the door ajar, I switched on the kettle to make myself a coffee.

As I stood, I felt Rocky’s nose poke at my ass as his tongue started to lap along my pussy lips.

“You randy fucker,” I laughed, turning away from the kettle and getting to all fours.

I went to crawl towards his basket, but he was obviously too eager to wait as he started to mount me, but failing as I moved forward. When he mounted again, he did something that many dogs do naturally to what they see as a reluctant bitch, he bit my shoulder.

It wasn’t hard enough to break the skin, but firm enough to tell me that I should stop struggling and remain still. Not only did I stop, but I had a mini-cum as his cock entered me, driving fully home in one swift thrust. He had released my shoulder, so I leaned forward until my face and breasts were pressed against the tiles.

I could see my side on reflection in the oven door, showing the wonderful sight of Rocky’s high-speed fucking as I felt each thrust. As his knot entered me, I let out a loud moan, “I am your valentine bitch.”

Rocky wasn’t interested in bringing me flowers or chocolates; what he wanted to give me as his gift was pulsing deep inside me, and to be honest, it was the perfect Valentine’s gift.

By the time Mike & Debbie got home, the house was tidy, and all evidence of mine and Rocky’s fun had been cleared away. The bed had been stripped and was in the washer, mainly to remove the cum stains from the sheets. I had showered away the slutty marks from my face, but there was still the faint imprint of Rocky’s teeth where he had gripped me.

They thanked me profusely for my help, to which I assured them that any time they wanted, I was more than willing to accommodate. I am not sure Rocky fully understood what was happening when I got in my car to go, as the look in his eyes seemed to say, “When do I get to fuck my bitch again?”

As I drove down the lane, I could feel my pussy was still throbbing, and I started to plan the afternoon and evening. I knew that my husband would get my ass that evening, not that I was sore, far from it, but I wanted to be careful, as he might notice my cunt was shaped like a knot inside.

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