Crossroads

Kelly looked at herself in the mirror, craning her head to inspect her body from every angle she could. The brightly coloured leggings clung to her lower body like a second skin and showed every extra ounce of fat, of which Kelly knew she had a fair bit.

“Bum is a bit big,” she muttered to an empty room, then pulling her straight brown hair into a ponytail, she added, “Tits are okay, even if they are a bit saggy without a decent bra.”  As she laced up her trainers, she sighed before plugging in her earbuds and setting her watch to time her run. As she closed the front door behind her, she took a couple of deep breaths as she said, “Time for a new me,” and then set off at a steady pace.

Kelly felt she was at a crossroads in her life. She had turned 40 a few months before, and that had made her take stock of where her life was at.  William, her ex-husband, who was nearly 12 years her senior, decided to have an affair with his secretary, who was more than half his age. The divorce last year ended their 20-year marriage, and if there was any consolation, she had retained the house as well as a decent financial settlement.  Marcus, their only son, had already gone off to university, leaving her alone in the house during term times. She had decided that she needed to get fit and then get back into the dating scene, although if she was honest with herself, she just wanted to get laid, as it had been far too long.

As she jogged up the hill, she could feel the muscles in her thighs and calves starting to burn, and what seemed like a great idea when she set off was rapidly turning into a disaster. Spotting the local park, she knew there were benches dotted around, so perhaps she could take a break on one of them, just until her legs stopped burning.   

As she walked along the path, she spotted a bench that had just a sole occupant, an old man, probably in his seventies, wrapped in his coat, who was watching a dog cavorting around the field.

“Hi, mind if I sit here?” Kelly said as she removed the earbuds. 

“Always a pleasure to enjoy the company of a beautiful woman,” the man smiled with kindly blue eyes. “The name’s Michael, but you can call me Mike.”

“Kelly.” 

“Beautiful name, my late wife was named Kelly-Marie.” 

“Oh, I am sorry to hear that,” Kelly said sympathetically before adding with alarm, “I meant about her passing, not her name.” 

“She has been gone for five years now, so Shane is my only connection with her,” Mike sighed. 

Kelly rubbed her legs and then tried to stretch them to stop cramp setting in. 

“You have to be careful of cramps,” Mike said, nodding to her as she rubbed her calves, then turning to the dog running in the park, shouted, “SHANE, here boy.” 

The Golden Labrador stopped when it heard its name being called, and, breaking from chasing whatever imaginary rabbit it was pursuing, sped to its master’s feet.

“Good boy,” Mike said, rubbing the dog’s head. “Nine years old and still only does what he is told half of the time.” 

The dog looked at Kelly with his big brown eyes, and she felt like he was looking into her head. Although irrational, she blushed at the thought he might be reading her thoughts as she recalled the stories she had been reading on her computer the night before.  

Kelly had taken to reading porn online, relishing in the lascivious nature of the characters, imagining herself in a variety of sexual situations. She didn’t normally read the Extreme section of her favourite site, telling herself that sort of thing did nothing for her. Perhaps it was the extra glass of wine, but she decided to read a story about a woman having sex with a dog. Instead of being repulsed, she found she had been turned on. She then read story after story and, to her shame, had even got her vibrator from the drawer, using it as she enjoyed the tales of debauchery. 

Now facing her was a dog, just like the one described in the story, although she could see no evidence of the red rocket described in such detail by the author. Just as she had that thought, Shane's red cock started to emerge from its hairy sheath as he caught a faint aroma of a bitch in heat. 

Mike knew what was happening with Shane, as before his wife had passed, she would regularly have sex with Shane as he watched. He always loved how she would scream in orgasm as Shane pounded her, turned from a placid, gentle dog into a raging sex machine once he started fucking. He remembered how one time Shane had missed his mark and driven his cock into his late wife’s ass, making her yell in shock and pain. Despite trying to pull him off, Shane continued to drive in until he had fully buried his cock in his sobbing wife’s ass. For a few days after that, Kelly-Marie wouldn’t let Shane near her, spurning his advances and puppy dog pleas. When she eventually did relent, she was careful to make sure there were no mistakes, and the dog didn't aim incorrectly. 

“I’m sorry, he gets like that around females,” Mike said without thinking and saw Kelly blush as Shane’s cock continued to grow and started to drip pre-cim onto the floor.

“Maybe it’s best if I leave,” Kelly said, getting to her feet, her eyes not moving from the dog. 

Shane growled at her, and from fear, she sat back on the bench. 

“He’s not going to bite me, is he?” she stammered. 

Mike looked around and could see there was no one about. It had been five years since Shane had covered a bitch, and even if he personally struggled these days to maintain an erection, he saw no reason why Shane should be deprived. 

“I am afraid he might,” Mike lied, “He does get angry if he is denied what he wants.” 

“What do you mean?” Kelly said quietly, her eyes glued to the cock that had grown to a size that was disproportionate to the dog’s body. 

“It has been a long time since he has had a bitch...and I think he wants you to be his bitch.” 

“NO,” shouted Kelly, jumping to her feet, but when Shane bared his teeth she sat back down, tears forming in her eyes. 

“I think it’s best if you keep him happy,” Mike said, wondering just how far this woman would go, and just how far he could push it. Shane was a placid dog and wouldn’t hurt a fly; his growls were purely for show, something his late wife loved. 

“I can’t,” Kelly said tearfully, but was rooted to the spot, too scared to move. 

When she finally did pluck up the courage to move, she only managed to walk a few steps before Shane leapt on her back, thinking it was all part of the game he had played with his Mistress years before. His weight knocked Kelly forward, and his claws caught in the material of Kelly’s jogging pants, tearing a large hole.  

Kelly screamed in shock, but she was in a position that he was used to, so he started to lick at the exposed flesh of Kelly’s ass. When he encountered her panties, he hooked his teeth in them and tugged, ripping them in the process.  Kelly was sobbing with fear, but none of this mattered to Shane as the blood pumped through his veins, driving the lust and desire for a bitch into his brain. 

Now her pussy was exposed, and once Shane caught the aroma, he knew this bitch was in heat and needed breeding, despite the cries and noises she was making. Burying his snout into her ass, he started to lick, tasting her juices on his sensitive tongue as it burrowed ever deeper into her wetness. 

Kelly was in free-form panic; she could feel the dog’s tongue on her pussy, and she knew she was wet from her earlier thoughts. It was one thing to have the fantasy of dog sex, but the harsh reality of being dog raped in a park terrified her. 

“Don’t worry,” Mike said, “No one comes this way, so you won’t get caught.” 

“Please get him off me,” Kelly sobbed, although the feelings the tongue was evoking made her voice waver. 

“I can’t,” Mike said, “He is too strong for me...and anyway, it looks to me like you are enjoying it.” 

Suddenly, the tongue lashing stopped, and Kelly’s brain was spinning as she tried to come to terms with nearly orgasming on a dog’s tongue. Before she could make any rational sense of it, she felt Shane jump up and start to jab his hips, making his cock slip over her ass cheeks. She tried to crawl away as she sobbed, “What is he doing?” 

“He is trying to mount you,” Mike replied, unable to take his eyes off the red cock that was seeking her cunt. He saw it enter her moments before Kelly let out a blood-curdling yell as the dog drove his cock deep into her pussy. 

Kelly wanted to crawl away, but at the same time, the cock pistoning into her flesh was sending her crazy. It was everything that had been described in the stories, and more; however, nothing could have prepared her for the warmth and hardness of the cock that was fucking her like a jackhammer. She knew she shouldn’t...she knew it was wrong...but she knew her body too well. With a deep groan and grunt, she orgasmed on the dog cock, flooding her juices to join the copious pre-cum that Shane was producing. 

Shane had human bitches orgasm many times before, so he wasn’t put off by the noise. If anything, he was encouraged as he knew instinctively this was his chance and with a mighty shove, forced his knot into her. He then started to swell, locking himself inside, feeling the familiar tightness as he began to pulse and spurt his seed. 

Kelly experienced a moment of terror when she thought the dog was going to tear her open, but as her pussy instinctively clamped around the base of the dog's cock, trapping the knot inside, sheer bliss took over. The pulsing and throbbing bundle of flesh sent wave after wave of pleasure through her as her insides were coated with hot dog sperm. 

Mike unzipped his trousers and, despite being only half hard, grabbed Kelly’s head and started to fuck her face vigorously. The sound of her gagging turned him on even more as he thrust into her throat until he could feel his balls boiling. Pulling out, he worked his cock with his hand to send the spurts of cum into her face and hair, leaving streaks of sticky goo.  

After Shane had finished, he lay on her back looking at his master, letting his knot shrivel enough to pull out. Kelly was still kneeling on the ground in shock as Mike said, “I will have a nice wank later watching the videos and looking at the pictures. Any time you want some more dog cock, just let me know.” 

Kelly got to her feet, a little unsteady, her head still spinning. Her brain was screaming at her, “You have been fucked by a dog.” It wasn't that thought that made her feel nauseous, it was the fact that she had orgasmed as the dog fucked her. 

Luckily, as she staggered home, no one noticed her torn jogging bottoms and the seed trickling down her thighs. Nor did anyone witness the shame of her cum streaked face and hair. As soon as she got in the house, she stripped off the ripped running gear and stood in the shower, letting the water cascade over her body. When she closed her eyes, she could feel the dog pulsing inside and the sight of the man’s cock in her face. She knew she should be horrified and repulsed, but the thought was turning her on, and when she washed her pubic area, she felt her fingers dwell longer on her clit than was required.   

After she had showered, she dressed in a big fluffy robe that she pulled tightly around herself. Then she poured herself a large glass of wine and sat thinking about what to do next. She had a brief thought about going to the police, but what would they do? She had just washed most of the evidence down the drain, and anyway, the thought of having to tell others about being fucked by a dog made her feel sick. At least the only witness was him, and to tell others, he would have to incriminate himself.   

Deciding to sleep on it all, Kelly headed to bed. 

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