Crazy Eight Kennels 01 NJ

01-NJ

This was it. I was finally going to get fucked by a dog. I listened carefully to the woman talking to me and explaining what was going to happen, and her words were making me wetter and wetter.

She talked about anonymity and how the only people who would see the video would be the ones I chose. She also confirmed that it was all complimentary as the kennel's first visitor.

“So I am a Guinea pig then?” I joked to settle my nerves.

“Well, more of a Guinea bitch,” she laughed, “Here is your mask.”

Donning the mask, I glanced in the mirror and smiled. I looked like Catwoman when she was played by Julie Newmar all those years ago, albeit she was old enough to be my mother. I was not sure I could carry off that skin-tight catsuit she wore, but I would happily give it a go. I knew that at 65 I was still in good shape, although perhaps there were a few extra pounds on my hips and tummy. I kept my hair short and my hairdresser visits ensured any streaks of grey were turned into highlights. I wondered in a moment of vanity if my breasts would look okay on camera, though I was sure the dog wouldn’t care that much.

“Perhaps we should try the introduction,” the woman said, pointing to the camera.

I was still fully clothed at that point, which made it feel slightly surreal, bearing in mind she wanted me to talk about being fucked by a dog. In addition, both she and the camerawoman were naked apart from a pair of trainers each. They were like tiny birds, their breasts small and both were perfectly shaved, making them seem younger than the mid-twenties I guessed they were. The camera woman looked slightly wild with a stud through her nose and another through her tongue.

Clearing my throat, I began.

“Hi, my name is…”

“Stop,” she said, “no names, just your initials.”

Starting again, I said, “My name doesn’t matter, but you can call me NJ.”

I paused for a moment, “You said you two would help me in any way you could.” She nodded as I went on, “How about you undress me while I talk and then lick my cunt.”

I had to stifle a laugh as I saw her eyes light up at the same time as the camerawoman said, “If she gets to lick you before, I want to lick you after.”

“That is if Barney doesn’t beat you to it,” the interviewer laughed.

Looking back at the camera, I continued.

“I have done pretty much most things sexually over the years, some with my husband present and some without, but always with his knowledge, albeit after the event in some cases. This is my surprise birthday present for him, a video of me being fucked by a dog.”

The interviewer had deftly removed my clothing while I was talking and was now caressing my body with her tiny hands while kissing my flesh. Opening my legs, I looked at the camera woman, “Make sure you get a good shot of her licking my cunt, Hubby knows how much I like a good licking.”

Now, some women will swear blind that another woman licks pussy better than a man. I don’t agree. I would consider myself to be a pussy lickee connoisseur as I have many more tongues on my pussy than I have had cocks. Some women are bloody awful at it, as are some men; just as some women are good at it, so are some men. There isn’t a magic technique; it boils down to enthusiasm and a desire to please. The interviewer had both of these as her tiny tongue darted in and out, driving me wild. As I moaned or tugged at her hair, she continued doing more of whatever she was doing, sending me closer to the edge.

When she broke from her licking, I wanted to command her to continue her wonderful oral stimulation, but what she said stopped the words in my throat.

“Now it’s time for the best pussy licked here.”

A large black Labrador padded into view, and the interviewer moved away and made encouraging noises. The dog sniffed the air and then sniffed the interviewer, wagging his tail enthusiastically, but she urged the dog towards me whilst constantly telling him what a good boy he was.

The dog focused on me, and I felt his cold nose in my groin sniffing my wet and open cunt. He must have liked what he smelled as he licked a long lick along my folds. I had read stories, seen video clips of dogs licking where women were screaming in orgasm, but they were understated…the reality was so much better.

When a human licks, they are doing it to please; when a dog licks, he is doing it to taste something he enjoys. His tongue is longer, more flexible than any human's, and so much more powerful. I came from his first lick, and as my juices flooded onto his tongue, he lapped harder, making me convulse in pure ecstasy. I wasn’t fully compus mentus and all I wanted was for him to keep licking me. I was whimpering and cumming over and over when the woman whispered in my ear, “Him fucking you will be even better.”

I have always considered myself refined and somewhat reserved, as many of my fellow passengers on luxury cruise ships would have confirmed. I wondered if their view of me would be different as I groaned and burbled how I wanted to be fucked like a bitch.

Kneeling on all fours, I felt his weight on my back, his soft fur caressing my flesh like the softest silk dress. I could feel his back paws moving around, treading on my calves as he thrust his hot rod across my ass seeking my pussy. I whimpered in frustration, but before I could beg, I felt her lean under to help. Her slim fingers brushed briefly against my pussy lips as she grasped Barney’s cock.

I felt the tip twitch at my entrance, and her hand withdrew quickly as he thrust forward. How to describe the feeling of a dog cock inside? It is harder than a human cock, but that could just be imagination because of the speed of a dog fucking. There is the warmth, the actual physical heat of a dog cock inside. There is the fluid; a dog doesn’t need his bitch to be wet, he lubricates everything non-stop. Finally, there’s the mental stimulation. I was giving myself to a dog, fucked like a bitch in heat, and totally loving every second of it.

I have never been fucked so hard, so fast, and so completely as Barney hammered my cunt like the world was coming to an end. It was then I realised what was banging against my cunt, demanding entry, how could I have forgotten about the knot? Whether I wanted to take it or not wasn’t my choice; it was Barney’s, and he had decided it was going in.

I had been fisted a few times when I was younger, so the initial penetration wasn’t dissimilar, but there the similarity ended. A fist is flesh wrapped around bone, whereas the knot is pure flesh. When it went in, it started to expand, almost to the point I started to worry it would be jammed in me forever. Then, as Barney's thrusts slowed, it started to pulse and throb against my g-spot, making me think I wanted it to stay inside me forever.

Hot seed spurted into me, deep, deep inside like it was the back of my throat. It didn’t stop, it became a cycle of pulse…throb…spurt…cum…repeat. Like when he licked me, I felt myself reduced to raw animal emotion. I was moaning, thrashing my head, saying things I would never normally say, like, “fuck my slutty cunt.”

Barney didn’t care. He just lay on my back panting, his slobber dripping on my neck as he pumped me full. When he was satisfied he had fucked me enough, I felt him tug his knot and cock free, leaving me with a huge void inside me. I rested my head on my arms to catch my breath and felt his cold nose against my ass.

“Well, looks like Barney has beaten me to my breakfast,” I heard the camerawoman laugh moments before I felt his magic tongue seeking what he had just hammered in. I had no idea a tongue could delve so deep, and the more I came, the more he licked, lapped and probed until he reduced me to a mass of quivering nerve ends. I knew I was mumbling and drooling like some opium drenched addict in a den of iniquity, as I came for what I would have sworn was the thousandth time. I slipped away for a moment into a blissful dream world filled with dog tongues.

After a while, I have no idea how long, I felt a straw being held to my lips, allowing me to sip the sweetest, coolest water imaginable.

“Shower and then we can film the wash up,” the camerawoman said.

I laughed, “Sorry you missed out on your lunch.”

“There is always next time…that is, if there is going to be a next time.”

I could feel my pussy flip as I said adamantly, “1000% there is going to be a next time.”

After my shower, I felt alive and vibrant. I am sure my skin was glowing, and I hadn’t bothered getting dressed, just wrapped myself in one of the huge, fluffy robes in the bathroom.

“So how was it?” The interviewer asked. She had dressed in a tracksuit that made her look like a masseuse in a Spa. At her insistence, I had donned the mask again, though to be honest, I was no longer worried; I was a converted dog fucker.

“Wonderful. Beyond my wildest dreams.”

“I heard you saying that you will do it again, would you be prepared to recommend us to your friends?”

I nodded and was already thinking of possibilities when she went on, “Anything you would do differently or perhaps add?”

I thought for a moment.

“Yes. For all Barney licked me to heaven and back, I didn’t get to suck him, or even touch his cock.”

She smiled, “I would recommend sucking one dog while the other licks you…of course, then they would both fuck you.”

I couldn’t believe how wet her words were making me, and in a wanton display, most unlike me, I put my hand inside my robe and started to rub my clit. Even though I had cum so many times, it was like a fire had been lit inside me that was burning.

“Unless there is anything you would like to add, I think that about wraps it up.”

As I touched my wetness, a thought struck me.

“I felt free…liberated…the sex pure and unconditional. I became an animal and loved every minute of it.”

The camerawoman stopped recording and smiled at me before licking her lips at my actions.

“The afterglow is very common and can last for hours; it’s almost like temporary nymphomania.”

I could totally understand what she was saying; it was a thirst I was struggling to quench. She went on,

“We will need to agree on a secure password and give you the address of the server where the video will be stored…but first, I think you need one last treat from us.”

I smiled, not sure what she meant until she knelt between my thighs. As I let the robe fall open, I leant back in the chair and caressed her hair as she started working on me with her talented mouth and fingers.

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