Birthing My Best Friend's German Shepherd Pups
I was always a wickedly kinky girl. And as a wickedly kinky girl, I was always looking for the next line I could skate dangerously close to. Although I flirted with taboos, I never actually broke any.
I loved sex, and the nastier the sex the better. But as I got a bit older, I craved so much more. I wanted a small bump — the perfect pregnancy.
That didn’t exist, did it?
I was always a wickedly kinky girl. And as a wickedly kinky girl I was always looking for the next line I could skate dangerously close to. Although I flirted with taboos — almost fucking my mom’s new boyfriend after paying her a surprise visit her one day — I never actually broke any.
I loved sex, and the nastier the sex the better. But as I got older, although still young at twenty-two, I craved so much more. I wanted a small bump — the perfect pregnancy. Something where someone’s seed had shot into my pussy and fertilized my fresh womb. However, being a taboo thrill-seeker I wasn't interested in the thought of human semen to do the job. No, I wanted the seed of an animal!
It didn't matter what species; dog, horse, ape, fucking rhino if I could get to one! All that mattered was that I had some kind of creature growing inside of me: My very own perfect little monster I could nurture and love after birth.
Although the thought of sex with animals really turned me on, I quickly shrugged off the idea. Going from anal in the park with three homeless strangers to full-on animal fucking was just too much of a stretch, even for a sick and horny girl like me. But, as with most things in life, opportunities often come out of nowhere…
My best friend, Maggie, had recently re-homed an unwanted dog from the local animal shelter. My warped chance to turn fantasy into reality soon came when I agreed to dog-walk for her.
Rufus was a huge German Shepherd. With a long pink tongue, and a muscular frame which was easy to make out underneath his black and tanned fur, he was the perfect candidate to purge me of my twisted compulsions.
Just one gnarly sex session was all I needed. I wanted to find out what it felt like to have a dog’s dick lodged inside me and feel the creature shoot into my clenching cunt as I clawed at my tits. From the very first day I saw Rufus, I was sick with need for the beast.
One day, after walking the dog for nearly a week, and building up the nerve to go through with my deviant plan, I took Rufus back to my shabby one-bed apartment. I told Maggie that I could look after him for longer than usual while she went out on a date.
At first she said that the dog was fine to be left alone in her house, but I told her that I didn't mind. In fact, taking him home for a few hours was more for my benefit. I gave her some bullshit story about wanting to see if I could handle a dog in my cramped apartment before I fostered one of my own. Thankfully she bought my story and happily agreed that I could dog-sit for her.
I had three hours all alone with Rufus. Before I took him home with me after his daily walk, I popped into the store to pick up some dog food and a few doggie treats. Our walk that day wasn't long — just once around the block instead of the usual three. I wanted to preserve as much of his energy as possible.
As soon as we entered my apartment, I rushed through to the kitchen, set out some food and water for him, and then raced into the bedroom to change into something more comfy than jeans.
My heart was thundering inside my chest. Checking out my reflection in the wardrobe mirror, it seemed like I was staring back at a monster. My cheeks were flushed hot-pink and my pale-blue eyes looked wide and glazed with filthy desire.