Crazy Eight

13 - Linda’s Story

I have never found getting a man that easy, not having the looks or the figure to attract them. I didn’t lose my virginity until I was 20, and even then, I was never sure if it was a sympathy fuck or a guy winning, or more like losing a bet. Either way, it wasn’t very satisfying, so I started to steer clear of men and resigned myself to a solitary life.

I threw myself into my career, working long hours and ignoring most social occasions. I still had needs, so I developed two passions. The first was sex toys, I have a very impressive collection, and the other was online porn. From looking at porn, I started to dabble in chatting and, to my joy, realised that people were interested in your mind, not necessarily your body. Sure, some would want pictures or descriptions, and at first, I was honest. Then one day, I mistyped and in a flash, moved from being a size 22 to a size 12.

In some of the chat rooms, people would swap links showing porn acts, and with my extensive knowledge of porn sites would reciprocate. As the conversation became more heated, I would use my toys to bring myself to a climax.

Then one day, a man sent me this link that I clicked on, and a picture of a dog fucking a woman appeared on screen. What I should have done was click close and shut the chat room down, but what I did instead was respond, telling him I thought it was hot. Link after link appeared. Pictures, videos, one after the other, and they were the hottest thing I had ever seen.

From there on, I became a regular in the dog porn chat room and would question anyone who would respond about methods or ideas of how to get a dog. Many were fantasists who wanted to collect pictures, and when I declined, lost interest, but there were some genuine people who would help but protected their privacy.

Mum and Dad had died a few years before, and as an only child, I inherited everything, including the house in a small village a few miles outside of Cambridge, and pretty close to the science park. I felt comfortable in the place, albeit a bit lonely and decided I should get a dog for companionship. Well, that’s what I convinced myself of when I visited the rescue centre not far up the road. The man kept asking me what sort of dog I was looking for and how good it was that I was prepared to take on a rescue dog rather than buy a cute puppy. I was vague about my requirements, although I knew exactly what I was looking for. I would gently reject a dog when I saw it was missing its testicles until I finally found Max.

He was a black Labrador and just over a year old with all his vaccinations up to date. He had come from a loving home and had just grown too expensive for the family to keep after the husband lost his job during the pandemic. I wasn’t really listening, as the thing that he had that was the most valuable was a huge pair of balls. I think the man running the place must have seen my gaze and muttered something about how they could get him fixed for a small fee. I had to bite back my acid retort that if he touched Max’s balls, I would take his and agreed to make the suggested donation to the rescue centre.

I had grown up around dogs as my parents always had one in the house, so settling Max in was easy. My father had always insisted on “tiles for dogs and carpet for humans” rule, which meant none of our dogs were ever allowed in the carpeted areas of the house. I wanted Max to be more than just a pet, so I allowed him to roam freely from day one.

I explained to my employer at the science park that I needed to work from home, and they were more than happy if I linked into the server via a high-speed internet link. We had a brief discussion about me attending meetings, and I agreed I would only do so if entirely necessary. My computer room/office had a docking station for my work laptop as well as a state-of-the-art tower system that linked to multiple screens. It was perfectly possible for me to have work on one screen while having dog porn on another, with a third being in a chat room. I wanted to make sure Max was totally relaxed around me, so from the first morning, I never wore clothes in the house, only dressing when I had to exercise him.

I didn’t press him for a few weeks but instead just let things settle naturally, allowing him to set the pace. I would have conversations with people all over the world, many wanting me to switch on my camera once they knew I was naked and had a dog nearby. I would refuse, and sometimes that would be the end of the conversation; other times, we would discuss in detail what I wanted the dog to do. This would often result in me touching as I chatted or using one of the many toys I had around. All the time, Max would watch me from his basket, his nose twitching as he smelt my excitement.

One of my great delights was a toy I had bought from an online company called Bad Dragon. I had brought a few dildos from them in a variety of shapes, but this was one of my favourites, being shaped like a large dog, including a knot that could be expanded once it was inside. I was using the dildo as I chatted while the dog porn rolled on the other screen, and I was getting wetter and wetter. I had already cum twice from just fucking myself, but now I was getting ready to use the knot.

There was one woman I talked to a few times, and she genuinely seemed interested in helping me achieve my goal. I had talked to her pre-Max, and it was her who had suggested a rescue dog rather than a puppy. We had discussed how to get Max started and agreed that “Letting nature take its course” was the best way.

Just before I drove in the dildo, I saw Max get up and pad over to me, his nose twitching and his cock starting to emerge from its sheath. He got close, and I opened my legs wide for him as I kept fucking myself while telling her in the chat box what was happening. Then he licked my fingers, the dildo, and my pussy lips in a long, curious lick. Pulling the dildo out, I held it away, and he started to lick my pussy in earnest. I couldn’t resist sucking the dildo, and despite the underlying taste of silicone, I could taste my own strong juices as he tasted mine. I wanted to tell my friend and managed to type a garbled message that I hoped conveyed what was happening.

I couldn’t type anymore and dropped the dildo to the floor, as I moved my bum forward in the chair to give Max full access. It was like he had never been given water before as he lapped and delved inside like I didn’t believe was possible. I lost count of how many times I must have cum, and Max showed no signs of his enthusiasm waning when I finally closed my legs and pushed his head away. My head was spinning and my pussy throbbing as I tried to focus on the screen.

My friend was still there as we discussed what was happening, how I felt, and where Max was. I felt great, in fact, over the moon if I was honest. Max was obviously happy as well, as he hadn’t returned to his basket but instead sat on his haunches watching me, his cock twitching as it dripped on the floor. I conveyed all this to my friend, and her simple response was, “Let him fuck you.”

She was right, and I knew instinctively that nature was about to take its course. Sliding off the chair, I turned so it supported my upper half. Max sniffed at me once, then rose majestically and, in one stupendous movement, slammed his cock half into me. A couple of shuffles with his hind paws, and then he drove in the rest of his cock, making me moan with pleasure.

I know that the standard advice is that you shouldn’t let a dog sleep in your bed, but that day he moved into my bed and has been there ever since. I simply love cuddling him, sometimes I will wriggle down the bed and suck his cock or even be woken by him licking my pussy.

We are like an old married couple and have settled into a routine. In the morning, I will wake and leave him in bed while I fix breakfast for us both. He will wander down, and I will let him out to do his thing and then when he returns, we will both eat, and after that, we will normally fuck. With the day set up perfectly, I will work unless one of us feels horny, in which case we stop and fuck. The evenings will be spent watching TV or fucking…or sometimes both at the same time.

The greatest thing about Max is that he doesn’t care about my saggy tits or my belly, and he couldn’t care less about my chunky thighs or my wobbly ass. He loves fucking me almost as much as I love him fucking me, and I cannot envisage life without him.