Crossroads



Kelly woke the next morning feeling a little sore between her legs, and to her shock, there was a puddle of a sticky mess in the bed where more cum must have leaked out overnight. Bundling the bedding into the washing machine, she tried to put the thoughts of the previous day out of her head. Muttering about how it must have been a dream, she left for work, determined to convince herself that it didn’t really happen. 

The next day passed in a blur as every so often she would drift off into a semi-comatose state, remembering the previous day. The feel of the warm fur on her back, the dog’s cock driving in and out and the splash of seed on her face. Her face flushed with shame as she recoiled in horror at how she could even consider that it was even remotely pleasurable. What was worse was that when she checked mid-afternoon in the ladies', she found her panties were damp from her memories. She had to mentally chastise herself to stop from masturbating like some common slut. 

That evening, she showered again and stared at the computer like it was a possessed thing. Part of her brain wanted to hurl it through the window, another part wanted to log on to read the bestiality stories again as she pleasured herself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a ring on her doorbell, and, checking she looked respectable, opened it to see a man standing there.  

“Hi, we haven't met, but my name is Steve,” Kelly looked confused as he went on, “and this is Nelson,” indicating a bulldog that was sitting by his side. “We watched your show in the park yesterday and... well...Nelson would like to fuck you.” 

Kelly’s mouth fell open in shock, and she went to slam the door, but the man put his foot to stop it from closing. 

“I feel I should warn you that I am a bird watcher, so I am used to taking long-distance shots. Have to say you looked very photogenic with the lab on your back and Mike’s cock in your mouth.” 

Kelly looked in horror and could see that in his hand he had a camera with a telephoto lens. As if to prove it to her, he turned the viewfinder to show a clear picture with Shane slamming into her just before Mike used her mouth.  

“There are a few sites that would like these pictures, so if you are determined to deny poor Nelson his fun, at least others will be able to see.” 

Kelly stepped back and allowed the man to enter as his dog trotted in behind him. “Lose the robe,” Steve said harshly, then, walking into her front room, shouted, “Get in here, dog slut.” 

Kelly walked in and saw that the man had removed his camera phone from his pocket.  

Seeing the look on her face, he laughed, “We don’t need the big lens, this will be close-up videos.” 

Kelly watched in horror as he walked to the curtains and pulled them open so anyone passing would be able to look into the room, although the fading light might make it difficult. 

“Oh my,” she exclaimed in panic. 

“Best you get on all fours, then people won’t see you,” Steve laughed, “and you can get Nelson ready, I am sure he would like a bitch sucking his cock.” 

Kelly dropped to her knees and reached under Nelson to tease his red cock from its sheath. As it grew in her hand and started to leak, she heard Steve growl, “Suck him.” 

Knowing she had no choice, she bent her head and, closing her eyes, started to suck the cock into her mouth. She heard the familiar ping that indicated the phone was recording her, but she was helpless to protest. The slightly bitter taste was a little off-putting, but the dog started to hump towards her mouth, making her gag as yet more poured into her throat. She couldn't swallow it all, and some escaped, dribbling down her chin. She heard Steve mutter about it being perfect as Nelson’s cock was pulled from her mouth, sending a spray of watery pre-cum across her face.  

“Fuck, that looks good,” Steve groaned and opening her eyes, she could see he was working his cock with one hand while using the camera phone with the other. Nelson had moved around behind her and, after a quick sniff and lick, mounted her. A couple of small thrusts and he was in her, grabbing her hips with his front paws and driving into her at a frantic speed. 

Kelly tried not to enjoy it, but her body was used to it after the savage fucking Shane had given her in the park, and she couldn’t stop herself from responding. As she opened her mouth and yelled in orgasm, Steve shouted louder as he sent a stream of seed into her face and hair.  

Kelly felt the warm seed splatter on her face, and despite the shame, she kept climaxing on the dog cock. At that moment, Nelson forced his knot into her body and started to swell even further before pumping into her. As she felt the dog filling her, Steve circled, making sure he captured every detail. 

Steve zipped himself up, leaving Nelson panting on Kelly’s back as he periodically pumped cum into her body. He sat in the chair watching Kelly orgasm as Nelson throbbed inside her as he played with his phone, almost ignoring Kelly, who was still on the floor. 

“He has a big knot,” he laughed, “So it may be a while.” 

It was 15 minutes later when Nelson finally shrivelled enough to slide out of Kelly’s battered pussy accompanied by a flood of dog cum. 

“I think you are going to make a great dog slut,” Steve laughed as he left, leaving Kelly on the floor, her head on the carpet, as the mess slowly leaked from her body. 

Kelly stayed in that position for a while before she finally had the coordination to stand and pull the curtains before switching on the lights. She could feel the dog cum from Nelson slide down her inner thighs. 

Hearing the front door close, Kelly felt a tear slide down her cheek. “You fucking slut,” she sobbed out loud to an empty room before opening her laptop. Navigating to her favourite website, she started to read the stories.  As tales of women fucking dogs and enjoying it rolled across the screen, she wanted to close the screen, but like watching a car crash or a building fire, she couldn’t drag her gaze away.  “What was happening to her?” she thought to herself, “Was this what she wanted to become, or was it what she was becoming?” 

With the dog cum coating her fingers, she started to rub her already engorged clit, slipping three fingers deep into herself, fucking herself as the dog had just done. The orgasm that tore from her body invoked a mixture of curses of shame mingled with pure animal lust.  

Her body swathed in sweat, she slumped in the chair, wanting to swear that she would never allow herself to be with a dog again, but knew deep down she now craved animal-loving. 

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