:welcome: Hello folx,

this is marita again... After a very long absence I decided to start a new topic where I will post short K9 stories I wrote... So keep watching for this one, there will be new stories every now and then...

Today I'll start with a tiny story, a report about what happened three days ago... Hope you like it!

Keep breathin' :clover:

Denisé

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Couchpotatoe

I'm sitting on the couch, watchin' tv... Jack yearns for me.
He jumps on my lap with his front-paws. I can't do anthing other then to spread my legs for him, I'm pushing my slip aside and lead his big red joymachine with my hands.
A swift stroke and he's inside of me. It only lasts a few minutes, but in these minutes, I'm all his. I'm not a sub to humans, but I am a sub to him. His bitch... He's my owner...
I can feel the strong pushes, the back of my head bangs against the wall this is going to be one hell of a headache, but I don't care.
I can feel his mighty long shaft moving inside of me, I can feel it pulsing and rubbing on the inner walls of my vagina.
Jack is crunching, a powerful blow and I feel a short flash of pain as he thrusts his knot into me...
What follows now is a mixture of pain and delight... The world changes from black to white and back again...
I can feel the climax coming, my own as well as his. He's whimpering... And there it is...
I can hear the blood rushing through my ears, I feel the hot semen filling my womb, it is filled in seconds... The semen squirt out of me, running down my legs. I'm cumming... Oh yeah... What a ride... What a friggin motherf***** ride...

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Aight peoplz... After leaving you hangin' with only a few lines I'll post a new story tonite... This is a story about a friend of mine, because she's not into writing I wrote it down for her. Trish allowed me to post this story online...

Hope you like it...

Keep breathin' :clover:

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A royale weekend

My name is Trish and I learned about K9 when I was 24. It was merely an accident during a boring session of chatting on the internet I misspelled a „DOT com“ address and found myself on a animalsex website. At first it felt gross to watch these pictures about women and men having sex with dogs and even horses! But if you know some of these paysites, as soon as you close one, another one pops up out of nowhere...
I'm not sure if it was curiosity or just boredom but I began to dive into this topic and got more and more interested.
I found several free websites were you could chat with people living the K9 life since decades! It was pretty thrilling.
I had very interesting conversations with a lot of nice people, but even more short talks with lunatics. I bet you know most of 'em... :)
I never had a pet, no dog, not even a gerbil, so I never was in the position of making the decision if I would join the K9 Lifestyle or not.
It was some years ago, in autumn when my sister called me, telling me that she had to go to the hospital and that she would've to stay there for two, maybe three days, and because her husband was away on a construction job she had no one looking for King. Oh, by the way King was a six year old male german shepherd and all her pride. He had won several prices for his beauty, his obedience and what they call „his perfect shepherd line“ (what ever that is...).
Well I was on vacation and told her I would be glad to watch over him.
It was friday evening when my sister stopped by and brought King with her. King and I knew each other from several visits at my sisters house, but he never had been to my apartment, so first thing he did was running around sniffing on everything, I'm glad he didn't start marking everything °lol°.
My sister also told me that I had to take him for a walk at least two times a day, and when to feed him, how much to feed him... Well I guess you all get the picture...
Then my sister left King and me alone and gave him some time to acclimatize. I created a sleeping spot for him with two old pillows and a warm blanket on the floor, then I prepared dinner for me.
Around 8p.m. I took King for his last walk of the day, and was a pretty good walker. We were out for almost 2 hours. I was a little exhausted when we got back but after a quick shower and something to eat I started to regain my strength.
I felt a little bored, King was snoozing on his blanket so I turned on my computer and started chatting.
I had one of the most erotic chats ever, a young couple from the US told me about their fantastic K9 experiences and when I got to bed around 1a.m. I was absolutely turned on. In fact I was that „horny“ that I had to masturbate three times before I could finally find some sleep.
And my dreams were even hotter then the chat already had been. When I woke up the following morning, I had to masturbate again, because I couldn't get those images out of my head. The young couple bound together in lust with their two giant danes... A sizzling thought, even now years later...
The problem was, the masturbation didn't help. I was turned on the whole goddamn day.
I thought a long walk outside in fresh air could help somehow... It did, but only for a short time.
During the second walk with King, around 8p.m. like the day before, he got loose and startet chasing something, maybe a cat or a rabbit – what ever...
When I finally managed to catch him again, he was all dirty and smelly.
I had to bathe him. I guess bathing him is not the right term, I just transferred the dirt from him, to me and finally into my bathroom... Quite a mess. But even that didn't stop my feelings about beeing turned on.
After I had cleaned up the dog, myself and the goddamn bathroom I was pretty tired and almost fell asleep on my couch. King didn't care, he was sitting on his blanket honouring his name.
It was in that moment when something happend in my mind. It felt like someone had snapped and suddenly my view had changed.
Maybe it was because I was turned on all day, maybe it was because I was so tired and couldn't fight the sexual urge that was pushing me all day. I watched at King and found him very attractive. A perfect male shepherd, that was true. A beautiful face, deep brown eyes and the all hearing ears. The brushy fur... He attracted me. I couldn't fight it any more. I slipped down to the floor and crawled onto him. I started petting him, brushing through his fur, inhaling the fine odour of a clean dog-pelt.
He seemed to like it, he laid down and enjoyed my soft strokes... I laid my head on his flank and watched his belly going slowly up and down with his breath and I listened to the wonderful sound of his beating heart.
He was a true beauty and I felt something deep in my heart. This may sound silly but I guess I fell in love with him a little...
I raised my head and saw that he was watching me carefully. I whispered that I would do him no harm, that I just wanted to stay with him for a few minutes, and he kissed me... well better he licked over my face. A warm and wet surprise. I had felt a dogs tounge before, like when you get licked on your hand, but this was different. It made me shiver.
My fingers brushed through the fur on his belly and suddenly stopped when they reached his sheath.
It only took me the split of a second to decide that I would go further... I wrapped my hand around his sheath and caressed it as soft as I could. A short look ensured me that he wouldn't dare to object.
Only seconds later I had his balls in my hand, the were hard and raspy but felt incredibly good in my hands.
I massaged his balls a little, switched back to massaging the sheath and in reverse. It aroused me to do such a thing with an animal.
If you were every that close with an animal, you feel an intense heat surrounding you as soon as you choose to let go of all your moral concerns. It feels like your clothes would start burning on your skin.
The beating of his heart, his breaths and his balls and sheath in my hand that all burned away all thoughts about right or wrong.
What I did was a good thing. We both liked it, there was no doubt about it.
I stopped massaging him, and stood up, his look was pure disappointment. But I still had a treat for him.
I walked into my bedroom and slipped out of my clothes. Having such an intense feeling wearing clothes, I imagined the feeling doing it naked must've been at least twice as intense.
I placed myself on the bed and called him. At home he was not allowed to enter the bedroom, or even get on the bed, but I wanted him on my bed, wanted him on my side, restarting what I had stopped only seconds before.
I patted on the bed and he jumped on it. I started caressing him again so he would lay down. As soon as he laid, I cuddled myself as close as possible to him and began massaging his sheath and balls again.
I had learned a lot about the dogs penis during my chats, but feeling it through the furry sheath was incredible. My fingers followed the swinging lines of the hidden cock sensing every inch of it.
I don't know if there is a way of expressing it the right way, the feelings I felt were like if you stand on an edge. It is a feeling of euphoria and pleasant anticipation. Well I'd say it is like having your „first time“ with your dream-lover...
After a short while I realized that Kings penis started poking out of his sheath, I had aroused him as well as he had aroused me. I pushed back the sheath as softly as I could and watched the long fleshy rod. It was shimmering in colours of white, grey, the tip was glowing red and the whole shaft was nerved with beautiful blue veins.
I charily touched it with my fingertips, it felt very hot and a little wet. King was enjoying what I did, he didn't even move, leaving all the work in my capable hands.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and began stroking it slowly. Suddenly a new scent filled the room. A smell of water, salt and copper. It was the smell of his cock filling the warm air of my bedroom.
I was only a few inches from my climax away. I had lost most of my senses. All I wanted was to love this beautiful dog.
I positioned myself closer to his cock and tasted it carefully with the tip of my tounge. The taste was close to the scent that was billowing all through my bedroom. A different but intoxicating taste. I began licking the wonderful hot shaft and pushed it slowly into my mouth.
I always believed myself to be an experienced woman. I had several boyfriends and oral pleasure was not a new thing for me, but this was totally different.
Kings cock was hard and soft at the same time, it was burning hot and the lubricant began filling my mouth rapidly.
I pressed my lips as hard as I could to the walls of his shaft and pushed it deeper and deeper into my throat until my lips reached the slowly swelling knot.
The lubricant had filled my mouth and I swallowed all of it. I never had swallowed before, with none of my boyfriends, but this time I had to. I loved the taste on my tounge, I loved the hot burning feeling when it ran down my throat, I loved every ounce of it.
My tounge flicked along the shaft, and licked over the knot. I wanted King to cum, right now. It felt like my body demanded it, like I couldn't get along with my life if I wouldn't bring this to the end it deserved.
I sucked as hard as I could and suddenly he did cum. Well I made him cum would be the more proper expression. It felt not as if he was cumming, but more like I was sucking his semen right out of his balls.
It was a indescribable feeling when the hot load of dog-semen flooded my mouth and began running down my throat. I swallowed, but he just kept cumming. It was awesome. I did my best but I couldn’t take the whole load and it even began to squirt out of my mouth, covering my chin.
King seemed to be lucky, and I was lucky as well.
After this little incident I thought I could even have him mount me, but I couldn’t get him to and I don’t wanted to “abuse” him as some sort of living sextoy as you can see in these cheap K9 movies on the internet. I promised him and myself, if I ever would wanted myself to get “bitched” I would do it with passion. The real way, by getting down on my knees and letting him have his way with me. I’d say there is no other way to do this.
Oh… You wanna know if I ever did get mounted? Hell yeah! I love it… But that… well… that is another story…

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:heart: Aight folx...

Time for the next story... Since you liked the others I hope you'll like this one as well.

Have fun...

Denisé

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Angelina the Vet

I (Denisé) met Angelina in Amsterdam in a club that did K9 shows. We instantly liked each other and became friends very quickly. I got very interested when she told me she was a veterinarian, and one day she told me how she was drawn into the K9 Lifestyle. I had to beg her on my knees that I can tell you this story, so be goddamn thankful! *lol*
One day a professional dog-breeder came into her surgery with a very beautiful white shepherd named Merit. He told her that he had tried to get some offspring with Merit, but none of the bitches had become pregnant. After excluding that the bitches were the reason why, there was only the possibility left that it was Merit’s “fault”, so he should be checked.
“No problem…” – Angelina said. – “let’s get a semen-sample and see what the laboratory says.”
Unfortunately there was one little problem. The breeder was not from around, had only found a room in a small hotel and they didn’t allow dogs.
“Not a problem, we do have a kennel, and actually no patients in it, so he would be all alone.”
The breeder was in a rush, and left saying: “I’ll leave it in your capable hands.”
Angelina lead Merit into the examination-room, but before she could get to work an emergency occurred and she had to delay the examination into the late evening.
It was about half past nine when Angelina got back from the emergency. Her staff had already left the surgery and she was all alone. She wasn’t that tired and the lab wouldn’t close until ten p.m. so she could finish the day with the examination of Merit and his little “problem”.
She took him out of the kennel and lead him into the examination-room again. He was pretty heavy, so she had problems with lifting him up onto the examination-desk. She put on her latex-examination gloves and gathered her needed tools.
She had done that before. There were several breeders that trust her abilities so she had to check bitches or take semen-samples all the time. It was a simple procedure. But this time, something was different.
I’ve asked her several times what she thought what was the difference, she was never able to tell me… No matter what. She began to massage Merit’s testicles and his sheath until his penis began poking out of it. With a professional grip she “yanked” it out and began stroking it respectively massaged his knot.
She described the feeling as suddenly intensifying. Merit’s cock was burning hot, but healthy in colour and composition. She saw no indication that he was ill. Maybe he just wasn’t lucky enough. She smiled thinking that the bitches his master had given to him just didn’t turn him on enough.
I smiled too when she told me that. Angelina said that this thought was the spark that set her on fire. Suddenly her thoughts changed and she began thinking that Merit’s maybe didn’t like bitches… Maybe he was gay… Some dogs are… But when she saw how much he seemed to enjoy her attempt to get a sperm-sample she thought maybe he likes humans more?
She knew that there were men and women that choose animals as sex-partners. Zoophilia had reached even her… She had no contacts, never seen a movie, but she had some old books from the 70ties and 80ties. She had bought ‘em together with dozens of other cheap novels on a garage-sale.
Books with names like: Happy farmgirls – It happened behind the barn…
That sort of stuff…
It was not like these stories had turned her on. The old style of writing in these novels was more funny then arousing. But she wasn’t so stupid to think that all that was fiction. Some of the descriptions were to precise to just imagine them…
But back to the storyline…
The thought that Merit, the beautiful and strong white shepherd, liked humans over bitches somehow fascinated Angelina. The attempt to get a sperm-sample changed without her noticing it. She was no longer on a medical level, she was jacking him off. The feeling of his long, hot, bumpy cock sliding through her gloved hands turned her on a little.
If you ever used medical examination gloves, you know that they are as if you weren’t wearing gloves. You feel every detail, only without getting your hands dirty or wet.
She lowered her speed and watched the scarlet fleshy pole rubbing over her palm. The smell of Merit’s cock filled the room and surrounded Angelina fully.
Merit’s tounge hung out of his snout and he breathed heavily, when he began to whimper she knew that he was about to cum.
And he did, it was not like a human male cumming. It was more like a small glas of water flipped around. A flush of watery whitish semen-fluids bursted out of the scarlet doggycock and flood over Angelina’s hand, her wrist and lower arm before it began dripping from her arm to the floor.
She let go of his cock and Merit gave her a disappointed little howl. Angelina watched the dripping fluid and felt a tingeling sensation crawling down her spine. She rubbed the semen into her skin like it was sun-milk. She had lost it. The feeling had taken over.
She got the creeps, and she loved it. She put off her gloves and took Merit’s cock in her hands again, collecting what was left of semen and lubricating fluids. It turned her on to feel the liquid on her skin. She rubbed her wet hands on her cleavage.
I never tried that, until she had told me about it of course, and I can tell you it is really an amazing feeling. But I do enjoy the taste more then the nourishing qualities…
It hit her, she had to do it again, instantly… So she grabbed Merit’s cock and tried to make him cum again. Now there is the difference between an amateur and a pro, she only needed 90 seconds to make him cum again.
She collected his semen in her hands and bathed her face in it. I tried to imagine that picture… Like washing your face with dog-sperms…
She didn’t taste it, but she just couldn’t stop embalming her skin with the watery fluid.
Now, if you’re into K9 like I am, you know that a dog is not some love-juice machine with infinite capacities. Merit had to recover a little. He hadn’t to sleep in the kennel. Nah… She took him with her into her apartment on the second floor of the building.
I’d say Merit had no idea what was waiting for him. Angelina was on fire… As soon as the door was closed she ripped off her clothes and lured Merit into her bedroom to restart what she had done before…
Like I said, she was on fire… The hell couldn’t burn any hotter.
She loved herself that night, masturbated while Merit was watching her (no he was not allowed to lick her or even mount her…) and she made him cum again, again and again…
The next day, she took the needed sample, and the lab confirmed, Merit was not ill. His sperms were in perfect health, a statement that Angelina could agree on.
When the breeder came to take Merit with him on the following Monday, Angelina persuaded him to sell Merit to her. And he did…
Merit is now Angelina’s joy… She doesn’t have sex with him… She doesn’t want to make this step, but she still likes to nourish her soft silk skin with his hot sperms, at least thrice a week…
She calls herself addicted to his semen, and I have to say I know that feeling… I like the juices of my dog Jack as well as she does love those of her beloved Merit.

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Marita:

You are the best! Love your stories and your kinky, sexy, sensuous style. Danka and I would love to get to know you.

Keep up the great fun!

Danka and Bear

Great stories Keep them coming. Thanks