Crazy Eight Kennels 02 PF&RF

02-PF (From the wife's perspective)  

I could feel my heart beating like a drum as my husband gave me the thumbs up that the camera was rolling. I am not sure the girl with the spikey hair was pleased he was using her equipment, but I am sure she will get over it.  

“Hello, we are not supposed to give our names, so you can call me PF, and the cameraman is my husband RF.” I took a deep breath before I went on, “and I am here to be fucked by a dog.”  

I couldn’t believe I had just said that out loud, but there it was out in the open. I was going to be fucked by a dog.  

“Please can you confirm that you are voluntarily to be restrained during the filming and not to be released until your husband commands it.”  

I looked at my husband and took a deep swallow, “That is correct. No matter how much I struggle or beg you, you are not to release me until the act is complete.”  

“And you say this of your own free will?” the interviewer said.  

“I certainly do,” I stated firmly.  

“Can you please expand on why you are doing this and what you hope to get out of today’s experience?”  

I looked at my husband for support, and he smiled at me as I took a deep breath,  

“I grew up on a farm where there were no pets, just working animals. My father was of the opinion that if an animal didn’t make you dollars, then it wasn’t worth having around.”  

I saw the interviewer nod encouragingly at me as I went on, “I have always had a low sex drive, concentrating more on bringing up our adopted son than perhaps giving my loving husband the attention he deserves. Now there is just the two of us, and we are exploring both the physical world by travelling, and I’m working on discovering more of the sexual world by experimenting.”  

I paused for a moment before I continued, then, deciding to carry on, “I have always been afraid of dogs. One time when we came home from grocery shopping, I was bent over pulling bags out from the back seat, and the neighbour's dog came up behind me silently and stuck her snout right in my crotch, taking a big sniff.  I screamed and shot straight up in the air, much to the amusement of my husband.”  

"And were you sexually excited?”  

I wanted to scream ‘no, of course not’ but I could feel myself blushing as I quietly said “Yes.” 

“Do you mind me asking do you and your husband enjoy oral sex with each other?”  

“Sort of. I love it when he goes down on me, but I’m not actually a fan of returning the favour.”  

“Then you are in for a treat, Victor has an excellent tongue and will lick until your nerves sizzle.”  

The spiky-haired one smiled at me, “Unless you have any further questions, perhaps the best thing is to get started.”  

I had stripped off in the bedroom of the luxury villa we were staying in, donning one of the fluffy robes they provided. I was half in a daze as she led me from the sitting area to the next room, where a vaulting box was set up in the middle of the room. There were just the top two sections, leaving it at a height that would support me if I was draped over it. The padded top was covered with leather, and passing through the carrying holes at each end were silk ropes. 

“If you want to stop, then now is the time,” the interviewer said softly as my husband and the spiky-haired girl checked the camera equipment.   

“I want to do this,” I said, trying to convey a confidence that I didn’t feel inside, draping myself over the vaulting horse.  

“Shift back a little so your hips are beyond the end, that way he can have full access to you.”  

I felt the ropes being fastened around my wrists and ankles, not so tight they hurt, but tight enough for me to know there was no escape.  

I felt the door open, and a young blonde woman led in a black and white border collie with an inquisitive and intelligent look about him. 

“Do nothing,” the handler said, “Victor will do what he wants, when he wants to.”  

I could feel the dog moving around behind me, sniffing at my ass. Part of me wanted to scream, get up and run away, but another part was curious to find out what was going to happen. Victor gave me a lick on my cheek like he sensed my hesitation and wanted to make me feel safe. Then he licked under my arms and behind my knees, which are some of my most sensitive erogenous zones, before moving in behind me.  

Oh my fucking god...and please excuse me for swearing...but there are no other words. With its cold, wet nose pressed against my anus, the dog’s tongue snaked inside so far, I am sure it would have caressed my ovaries, if I still had any.   

I always enjoyed oral sex with my husband, though I will freely admit I prefer to receive rather than give. I would add that he was a good pussy licker, and it is a great part of foreplay, but this was something different.   

The dog lapped, delved, twisted its tongue inside like there was some precious nugget concealed in me that it had to find. I yelled, I screamed, I used words that I am pretty sure my husband didn’t even know I knew. At my age, getting wet is not a common occurrence, but I was like a soda fountain as I gushed onto the dog’s tongue.  

When it finally relented in its licking, I was like a limp rag, sweat pouring from my body as I slowly came down from the multiple orgasms the dog’s tongue had driven me to. If I thought that was it, I was very wrong. The dog rose onto its hind legs, shuffled forward and started to jab. I couldn't help in any way as I had no free hands, so I endured its cock slipping and sliding across my ass cheeks. At one point, the top found my ass and it jabbed, making me scream, “Please no.”  

My husband had suggested anal sex a few times, but I had always refused, mainly because I was scared that it might hurt. Here I was restrained, and an animal was trying to put his cock into my ass, with no way to prevent it.  

I started to panic and tried to struggle free, making the dog growl, which caused me to panic more. I opened my mouth to beg for them to stop it when the tip found my pussy, and like a jackhammer, it drove home.  

I am sure as cocks go, there are bigger in this world, but it wasn’t the size but the sheer ferocity that the dog drove into me. Within moments, I could feel its soft belly fur rubbing on my back as its back legs moved around to keep its balance. I could feel the nip of the claws in my hips as it levered itself onto fucking me with an intensity that even in his youth, my husband would never have matched. I started to cum and cum hard, my mouth open, panting like a bitch as I groaned and moaned. Then, to my shock, I felt like I was being torn apart. The dog was forcing something huge into me, opening me up like childbirth in reverse.   

Once inside, the knot started to swell, locking us together. It was apparent that I could not escape, nor did I want to. It pulsed deep inside, like a beating heart throbbing against my most intimate parts. As I orgasmed again, I felt the red-hot spurt of its seed deep inside me. I had become his bitch and loved it. Without caring how it sounded, I screamed, “Yes...yes...use my fucking cunt.”  

The dog didn't care; he just lay panting, his heart beating wildly as he panted in my ear, his cock twitching and pulsing inside. I could feel his slobber in my hair, his tongue lolling out as he bred me like the bitch I had become.  

The throbbing slowed, and I felt him tug, pulling at my insides as he decided he wanted to dismount. At first, it was painful as he was much larger in me than he was when he started, but the fluid helped lubricate his extraction. With a sudden loud plop, I was empty as he pulled away, leaving me feeling vacant, like part of my insides had been removed.  

Victor wasn’t finished with me, and he started to lick, his tongue delving in to remove all the seed he had so studiously filled me with a few minutes before. My head was spinning as I orgasmed more times than I thought was humanly possible until finally he sat on his haunches, content with his work.  

The two women gently untied me, and as one wrapped me in a fluffy robe, the other held a bottle to my lips, of the sweetest, coolest water I had ever drunk.  

“So how do you feel?” the interviewer asked me as she helped me sit.  

“Amazing...liberated...and strangely enough horny,” I said, feeling my pussy throb like it did on my wedding night.  

I could see by the bulge in my husband’s chinos that he was desperate for the two women to leave so we could have sex. For many years, I have never seen him so rampant, and the buzz from the fucking the dog had just given me was still running through my body.  

“There is often a temporary sexual nymphomania after dog sex, especially the first time, so we will leave you alone for now. When you are ready, please dial 0, and you can order room service if you are hungry. We can talk in the morning to discuss the storage and access to the video.”  

To be honest, I wasn’t really listening as I dropped the robe and moved to my husband almost before they had closed the door behind them.  

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