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Part V

The buzzer on my alarm woke me from a light sleep, in the heavy, oppressive heat of the night. I glanced at the alarm clock and noted that it was midnight. Then I remembered my plans and rose quickly. I was wearing panties and a t-shirt as a nightshirt. It came to just below my ass when I stood. I slipped my keds on and grabbed my keys and my bag of materials and went out to the car, putting the bag in the passenger seat, then slid in and started the car.

I pulled out and drove to the shelter, pulling into the parking lot and stopping next to the door. I turned the car off and sat for a moment, thinking about what I was planning on doing tonight. This night was different than last night. This night I was thinking with sharp clarity, certain of my plans and goals, with no doubt or hesitation. I was determined to savor every moment and to memorize as much of the experience as I could. Last night had been a blur of pain, violence, arousal, and passion, but I wanted this night to be as clear as a movie in my mind. I hopped out of the car, grabbing my bag and shutting the car door. Then I went to the shelter door and let myself in. I crossed the entry to the door to the kennels. Even as I opened the kennel door, I could feel the bursting fluid between my legs, covering my pussy with a slick sheen of vaginal lubrication and signalling my desire for mounting. I could also feel the delicious flutter in my stomach as my vagina began adjusting in expectation of penetration. While my sexual organs were acting properly for their intended use, they also radiated a significant degree of pain, both a dull ache from the bruising and sharp pain from the abrasions. I opened the kennel door, entering and shutting it behind me and walked quickly down the hallway to the final cage, turning and looking inside it as soon as I arrived.

King was already standing: alert, muscular, eager and so handsome and sexy. I felt my heart flip in a swoon at the sight of his massive body so tense with expectation to mount me again. He growled, low and silky at me. I could see, in the half light of the night from the green EXIT sign and the street lamp shining in above King, that his penis was already well extended out of his sheeth. My womb fluttered again in desire to feel him deeply embedded inside me and in recognition that my very presence could arouse him so. I quickly opened the door and entered, bringing my bag with me, then closed the door behind me.

I turned and faced him and dropped the bag, and quickly slid my panties down and stepped out of them. He trotted straight to me, shoving his muzzle under my shirt and into my crotch without ceremony, and I felt his thick, warm tongue lap between my thighs and over my slick vulva and across my swollen clit. The feeling was electric and I gasped in pleasure. I pulled my t-shirt up and off over my head, tossing it aside, and lifting one leg at a time, managed to slip my keds off, getting fully naked for him. Meanwhile, he ignored my actions and continued licking my pussy. Once I was naked, I turned, bending over at the waist, and presented my ass and pussy to him from behind, standing. He continued licking at it but now he hungrily thrust his tongue in and out of both my vagina and my anus, every now and then nipping painfully at me with his front teeth.

After a few minutes he stepped back and rose up, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me down to the floor. Between my legs, I glanced back and saw that his cock was already fully swollen. That surprised me since the materials I had read said that physical stimulation was necessary to produce what I was now looking at, which was a mosntrously swollen, bright red penis, oozing a thin grey fluid out of the hole at the end. Apparently the article I had read was wrong. I was amazingly turned on at the thought that even without actually penetrating me, my naked body was sufficient to get King fully erect.

I dragged the bag over and pulled a pillow out, forcing it under my knees, then another, placing it under my elbows. My bare feet were still on the cement, toes curled back to grip it, but at least my knees and elbows weren't being pressed down on the rough concrete.

King climbed on me from behind, his enormous torso laying over my naked back and out over my head, since he was so much larger than I was. His front legs were wrapped quite tightly around me, down my sides and back, under my tits, down my stomach and gripped right at the spot just above my red pubic hair, his dew claws digging painfully into my stomach. The back of my head was pressed down by his massive upper chest. I lifted my ass as much as I could, parting my thighs to present my cunt to him, open and inviting, ready to receive my lover.

His first thrust entered me, splitting my labia and forcing my introitus open to his full 2 1/2 inches. I cried out in pain, squeezing my eyes shut as tears jumped out of them involuntarily at the bright sharp pain of his initial penetration. He ignored my cry, thrusting hard at me and pushing deeply into me with the first thrust so that he banged the tip of his penis against the back wall of my vagina immediately. He was already shooting pre-cum into me and he started to quickly hump at me, sliding his massive cock in and out of me at a steady, painful rhythm. His fluids quickly coated his cock and ran out of me and down my thighs and into my pubic hair as I leaned further forward to tilt the angle of my vagina for him for better and deeper penetration. Almost immediately I felt the painful banging of his knot, already forming, against my bruised labia. I was surprised at how painful it was and each blow dragged a gasp of pain out of me. Also, my abrasions were buring from his fluids.

I realized I needed to get that knot inside of me immediately or it would soon be too large and my plans would be ruined. I rocked back, against his thrusts, pressing my ass back against his crotch, willing my vaginal entrance to spread wider. He pressed his knot into my entrance and strained, grunting above me, pulling at my waist with his front legs, as I cried out in pain, feeling my pussy hole being forced painfully and widely open. Then his knot pushed in slowly as I shrieked in agonized pain, my eyes blinded by the intensity of it. It seemed to take forever and it felt like he pushed halfway in and stayed there, though the pressure to push in continued. The halt was caused by the fact that his penis was already so large that it was fully inside of me and until my vagina could be stretched more deeply into me, we were stuck. Finally, I felt him starting to move in again and, suddenly, his knot slipped inside me and my aching hole rapidly snapped back, sealing tightly on his shaft behind the knot. I shuddered underneath him, gasping in pain, my face drenched with tears that were running down my cheeks and dripping to the floor from my chin.

By now, my entire body was slick with sweat. The muggy heat of the night, combined with King's high body heat pressing down on me, left me sweating profusely: so much so that sweat was actually running down and dripping off my painfully swollen nipples as they bounced and jumped underneath me in response to King's humping. I was unable to move as the pain in my introitus slowly receeded. After a few seconds, I could feel only the delicious fullness of King's penis and knot, locked inside me, filling my vagina completely. He was continuing to thrust at me, humping his crotch forward with short, sharp little hitches, and the head of his cock banged into the back of my vagina, where the stirring I had first felt the previous night was starting again.

I concentrated on the feelings inside my vagina, focusing to sense the complete feeling. I could feel King's cock at every point, tightly wrapped and enfolded by my vaginal walls. I could feel the tip pressed against the back wall, draw slightly back, then bang forward against it again. I could feel a dull ache from his penis running across my cervix. I could feel the rough nature of his swollen cock rubbing against the rough flesh of my tented vagina. I could feel his pre-cum, slick and fluidic, filling me and keeping his penis slippery and some of it was slipping out of me, getting behind the knot and making a slight squelching sound as it slipped between my introitus and the base of his penile shaft. I could feel his massive knot, just inside my vagina, stretching it much more completely there, and exposing a set of nerves behind my clitoris that his knot was rubbing against with each movement. The knot was also stretching my external vulva dramatically, opening and spreading them out, exposing them more completely as they were pressed from the inside out. I could feel the hairy ring of his sheeth inside my labia majora and minora, pressed tightly and firmly against my vaginal entrance. I could feel that my ass cheeks were widely spread by the knot inside my vagina and, as a result, I could feel King's hairy stomach rubbing against my exposed anus, which was apparently sticking out a bit. His softly haired stomach was firmly pressed against my ass, lower back and upper thighs. I could feel my tits bouncing and jumping and jerking as he thrust at me. I could feel the rough concrete under my toes and the balls of my feet, and the softness of the pillows under my knees and elbows. I reached my left hand back and felt King's ass as he fucked me, reveling in the feel of his powerful ass and thigh muscles as they flexed and bunched under my caressing hand while he thrust at me.

Inside, the fluttery, tingly feeling at the back of my vagina had grown so that it was occassionally pulsing and causing sharp little gasps of pleasure to erupt out of me. The feeling was amazing. I felt an intense, overwhelming sense of sexual pleasure while actual warmth and tingles began to spread out from a spot just behind the back wall of my vagina and through my entire torso, causing me to shake involuntarily with pleasure. Then I felt King stop thrusting and he was immobile for a moment, his cock and knot pulsed heavily, and I felt a thick spurt of his sperm-rich cum hit the back of my vagina, squeezing out of the tip of his cock and spreading, warmly and wetly, around it in the crevices of my vaginal walls. I could actually feel the thick, sticky fluid squishing and squeezing inside of me. King actually grunted hoarsely above me as he came, and I let out a groan that was thick with desire for him. At that moment, I wanted nothing in the world so much as to give King ultimate sexual pleasure. I wanted to submit to him as fully as possible; to let him take and own and use me until he was fully satisfied.

For a minute or so, he continued to cum deeply inside me, the pulses deliciously stimulating my vagina, and then, finally, the incredible, mind-numbing, breath-expelling vaginal spasms started. My vagina began to grip and squeeze and pulse on his penis and his orgasms increased in frequency and intensity. My whole body shook and quivered uncontrollably as my vagina spasmed again and again and again and I enjoyed the sensation of his penis impaling me deeply. After several vaginal orgasms, the clitoral orgasms began, and for a few moments, I actually lost consciousness from the intensity of the feelings, especially an amazing feeling of pleasure right behind my clit that I had never felt before. I completely lost control of my body, losing the ability to control my arms or legs and found them shaking and flopping uncontrollably. As I swam back to a fully conscious state, I felt something extremely odd, a lot of warm fluid running down my legs. I looked back and through swimming vision, realized that I was peeing uncontrollably down my legs. Then the odor hit me, and I realized that it wasn't pee, it was something else. I was spraying, in repeated bursts, a thick, mostly clear, sticky fluid that smelled like my pussy. I had not believed it possible for an orgasm of mine to actually produce cum, but there it was. I was stunned, completely overwhelmed by it and as the most intense feeling of pleasure I had ever experienced swept over my body again, I again, lost consciousness briefly. I realized, as I came back to clarity, that I was alternately moaning and screaching in passionate intensity.

King stood above me, ignoring me, grunting in time with his spurts as he deposited his sperm-rich semen deeply inside my womb. My spurting orgasm faded and finally stopped, and my clit quit pulsing with passionate pleasure. A few moments later, my vagina quit its spasms. For the next 15 minutes or so, king stood still above me, pumping his semen into me while I stayed still in my triangular position, ass in the air, face on the ground, and accepted his cum and waited for him to finish.

My body was completely drained of energy. I had never experienced anything that was even remotely as pleasurable as what had just happened. The only things I wanted to do were to suck his cock and taste my lover's penis and cum, and to lay, exhausted and naked with him after we were finished.

Finally, with a painful jerk, he pulled back and his much-reduced knot popped out of me, followed by a gush of thick, bright white fluid that poured out of me like it was being poured out of a bowl. It fell in a thick stream for a second to the pillow under my knees, then slowed and spread, running down the insides of my thighs and down my stomach, threading into my pubic hair. I again, gasping in sated pleasure, stared at my red bush, dripping with King's thick, white semen, and deeply inside I felt another shifting of my person; a transmutation of who I thought I was into something else.

For several moments I remained unmoving. I wasn't even sure I could move, since I was so drained and filled with pleasure, passion and exhaustion. I was also sore, my introitus and vagina both aching pretty severely from the abuse they had taken and the scratches on my stomach and sides were sharply painful. I started to move and my feet, the toes still bent back and gripping the floor, cramped in the arches immediately and I cried out in pain. They had been so firmly and tightly gripping the floor that my muscles had cramped and it took several seconds of me, lying on my side on the floor, semen still draining out of my still open pussy hole, massaging my feet to get them to uncramp. My arms and legs wiggled and shook uncontrollably when I placed any pressure on them or tried to use the muscles at all. I had never been so physically drained in my life.

Finally, drained, exhausted, sore and filled with satisfaction, I managed to crawl across the kennel's cement floor to where King had flopped down on his left side facing me, his penis laying across his stomach to the floor. It had receeded in size, but but had not entirely shrunk. It was about five inches long from the knot to the tip and over an inch and a half in width and the knot was still present, though significantly smaller than it had been and the whole length was exposed and visible out of the hairy sheeth.

I should note here that the odors in the room were so thick and heavy that normally, I would have to consider them to have been disgusting, and maybe even nauseating. But in my overpoweringly sexually aroused state, the odors were just so much more stimulation, just an additional benefit to this sensory-rich experience. The room was funky with the scent of my sweat, the smell of dog, the powerful, musky aroma of my vulva, and the sharp odor of King's semen. The closer I got to King, the heavier the funky atmosphere became.

When I finally reached him, I stopped, still on my hands and knees in front of him, and leaned my face down to his cock, placing my nose right next to it and inhaling deeply. King's penis was exuding a thick aroma of mixed odors, the strongest of which was the musk of my vagina and vulva. I noted that his penis was shiny with smeared fluids, most of them mine, but some his. It was a new and unsettlingly powerful experience to inhale the scent of my sexual organs from the penis of a dog. I stared at his cock, remembering how it felt to have it sliding in and out of me, to be so fully penetrated and filled with it. That flat head with the dripping hole and the little point sticking out from the bottom had just a few moments before been pressed violently and forcefully against the back wall of my vagina. These thoughts were strangely arousing to me and I again felt the fluttery sensation in my womb that presaged further sexual arousal for me.

I knelt down, placing my tongue on the side of his penis and licked it from the tip down to the knot. The flavor was delicious and aroused me further. It was sharp and bitter, with an almost metallic bite leavened by saltiness and overwritten by the taste of my own juices. My vulva burst into fluid and swelled immediately as I licked his cock. I took the knot in my left hand and gently massaged it as I slid my mouth down to the tip and lifting the penis up a bit, I gently took the tip into my mouth. King almost immediately began spraying a thin liquid into my mouth as I slid his penis deeply into my mouth to the back of my throat. The thin spray of fluid hit the back of my throat and I swallowed reflexively, as I slowly began to slide my mouth back and began a steady bobbing rhythmic motion of taking the top third of his penis into my mouth then sliding it out to the tip, then back, all while massaging his knot. As I did so, his jets of fluid increased in volume and force. Meanwhile, his knot and penis started swelling again.

After a minute or so, I heard King's panting develop a minor whining in it, and he lifted his right leg into the air, pumping it in the air a bit as he also jerked his hips forward at me. I kept massaging the knot and sucking his cock as it grew again, expanding, stretching my mouth wider. The texture was subtly changing from sort of rough, to much smoother as it swelled. Then I felt the first spurt of the sperm-rich, white cum. It was much more salty than the jets of pre-cum, and much thicker. The first spurt struck the back of my throat and the back of my tongue and I swished it around my mouth to taste it before swallowing it. A second later the second spurt hit, then the third and on and on. I heard myself moaning as I sucked him. The fluid filled my mouth faster than I could swallow and some squeezed out of the right corner of my mouth, running down my cheek to my chin and dripping down in a long, stringy, dangle until finally touching the inside of King's hairy left leg and dropping off. I continued to give King head for several minutes, draining as much of his semen out of him as I could before my mouth and throat finally became exhasuted and I stopped, gasping, finally finished.

I turned and sat down, placing my naked ass on the floor, my thighs parted widely in exhaustion, knees bent and calves spread back from my knees, leaning back against King's massive torso and resting my head on his right shoulder which was up in the air, draping my left arm down his right leg and gently resting my hand on his massive paw, feeling, through my tiny fingertips, the enormous, masculine, strength and power of my lover. He leaned his huge head to my face and licked my face and I turned, opening my mouth to his tongue and accepted the exploration of my face and mouth by his tongue. He spent several moments licking me, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, and I tasted his mouth. As we kissed, because that's what it was, I felt his semen continuing to drain out of my slit and run down between my labia and my ass cheeks to the floor where it puddled under my ass, making me stickier and wetter than I already was.

The sense of exhausted satisfaction and of loving sexual surrender was overpowering. I relaxed my entire body and closed my eyes, and allowed exhaustion to claim me and drifted into sleep, enjoying the feel of his massive hairy warmth at my back with his legs on either side of me enveloping me in his overmastering male presence. As I did so, I noticed that King had laid his head down, huffing contentedly, and was going to sleep as well, with me snuggled up against him.

End of Part V

Thanks for the new instalment. :rock: :rock: :rock:

Once again all i can say is beautifully beautifully written. ahh to have that kind of talent

katmaryo

Wonderful ... what more can be said?
Thank you, thank you for your rich and desciptive prose.
Now to save your lover from the executioner.

Always
Alice
A 10 ... and more when the system permits.

I read this story a long time ago already once in some way where, I only hope for this not ending yet, it would be too pitiful. |She is in fact very well told. :sorry: :flowers: :flowers: :flowers: :angel:

wow :blink: :D thanks

simply one of the best stories on here, well done.

Part VI

I woke, painfully, with a start, remembering. My body was a collection of aches and pains from King's and my lovemaking of the previous night. My vulva was very sore with both dull and sharp pain. The scratches I had on my sides and stomach were now very painful. My arms and legs ached like I had lifted weights. My skin was sticky with sweat, and my crotch and ass were sticky with dried semen. When I moved a bit, I felt a tiny trickle of more semen run out of my vaginal entrance.

It was King, awake and wanting to get up, that had awoken me. I sat fully up, on my ass and spread knees, lower legs parted widely out, and leaned forward on my hands. I felt a gush of fluids running out of me as I shifted position and the strong smell of King's semen wafted up at me from my cunt. King rose and trotted to the side of the cage where he lifted his leg and urinated on the wall. When he finished, he trotted back over to me and nudged me between my tits with his head, looking up at me almost bashfully as he did so. I was quite certain that he was asking me if I was okay. I wrapped my arms around his neck, opening my mouth and pressing it against his muzzle so he could lick me in the mouth, and rubbed my hands through his thick fur and scratched the base of his ears. He appeared to love that, relaxing and enjoying the attention.

I looked around as I rubbed his head, gauging the time. It appeared to be mid morning of Sunday, which meant we had probably slept for around 6 hours. I actually did feel very rested. I had drifted off to sleep around 3:30 am, and it appeared to be about 9:00 or 10:00 am. This being Sunday, no one should be coming in today so we should be fine here alone; especially since it was my job to come in on Sunday and feed the animals. Unfortunately, I didn't think I could sustain another session of lovemaking with King. As much as I desired him and loved having him mount me and take me, the physical toll was such that I didn't think I could take another round any time before he would be put down. My poor vulva was extremely sore from bruises and abrasions. Maybe, if I had spent a lot of sexual time with King, over time I would have gotten used to sex with him and our lovemaking wouldn't have left me so bruised and battered, but that wasn't the case and here we were.

Throughout the day I stayed with King. I fed the other animals, and I took King outside and let him run and look around out back. I had also brought some granola bars which I ate. The rest of the time we spent in his cage, with me naked and draped all over him, laying on him, pressed up against him, petting and stroking and talking and cooing to him. For the first time since we had known each other, he appeared to be interested in me, as me. He sat with me, let me lay over him without objection and without moving. He responded to my little love words and cooing in his ears with kisses and licks and soft growls of passion while his eyes glowed at me. When I walked around his cage, his yellow eyes followed my every movement with desire and ownership flashing from them.

I masturbated him in the late-afternoon and, when he was erect and ready to cum, took him in my mouth, squatting underneath him as he stood over me, jerking his hips forward in random powerful jerks, and gave him head for almost twenty minutes, swallowing most of his delicious semen, though some escaped my warm and hungry mouth. I very much wanted to make love to him again, but did not think I could take the pain.

Finally, as darkness fell again and Sunday shifted into night, King lay down, stretched fully out, mostly on his back and left side, and I laid down, on my right side, facing him and snuggled in between his legs, draping my left leg over his waist and my left arm over his side while his right leg lay over my shoulder and my head rested between his front legs and on his chest. My right leg extended down between his hind legs and my right arm was curled in between our bodies. I drifted to sleep again, enjoying the sense of King's massive, male presence enfolding me.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke with a jerk. King was awake and had lifted his head. I felt odd. It was dark, but I could see well enough. Then I heard footsteps in the kennel and realized that what had woke me was a door shutting. Terror gripped me, and simultaneously, I froze in place. Then I heard Eric's voice calling, "Kat? You here?" His footsteps continued down the kennel. The way we were laying, King's back was to the cage door and my only hope was that Eric wouldn't see me laying behind King. My bag was there, but I had placed it at the back of the cage with most of my stuff in it and I hoped he wouldn't notice it.

Eric continued until he reached King's cage. I heard him at the doorway, looking in, then he turned and walked off still calling my name occassionally. After a few minutes I heard the front door slam and the sound of Eric's car starting and leaving. I decided I would have to leave my car here this morning when I went home, which meant I had to leave earlier than I had planned, so I could claim it had not started. Before I could move, I felt something damp and hard and warm on the inside of my right thigh. I lifted my head up and looked down and, sure enough, King's penis was out and starting to swell. I just couldn't take another session of his pounding, though I desperately wanted him inside me again. Then I got an idea.

I spoke softely to him, gently pushing him to roll more fully onto his back, which he did, his legs spreading out. I rolled onto him, straddling him face to face, naked, my vulva already slick with anticipation and my womb fluttering in expectation. Then I reached down and guided his penis up and into my pussy from below, slowly lowering myself onto him. Once he was fully inside me, I rose to a squat over him, leaning forward and began to raise and lower my ass with my legs, my movements sliding his cock in and out of me. He seemed to understand because he didn't move much, but simply laid there, letting me take as much or as little of his penis into me as I wished, while occassionally jerking, apparently uncontrollably, up at me. I carefully managed this session, not taking his knot, but letting all the rest of him inside me. There was little pain, though there was some, but I enjoyed the sensation of riding him. When he finally came, spurting his thick semen inside me, I cried out in pleasure and satisfaction (though I had not orgasmed), because I had found a way to make love to my lover despite my injuries and pains. For a couple of minutes I continued to ride him, driving his thick, hard penis deeply into my womb, then sliding up on it until it was almost out, then back in again, and he continued to spurt his cum into me. It was running out of me now, making me very slippery and dripping with the bright white fluid. Finally, I slid off of him and went down on him, taking his hot and dripping cock, bathed in our joint fluids, into my mouth and giving him head for the next few minutes as he continued to cum.

When I finished giving him head, I collapsed, naked, spent and exhausted, on him. He rolled over a little, getting to his side where he wasn't so helpless. For the next couple of hours we lay there together, entangled head to crotch with each other, me in my feminine, vulnerable, naked openness, he in his masculine, powerful, furry warmth. He would occassionally lick my vulva and anus with his thick tongue but he never really got going, just giving me occassional, delicious flicks. I could still taste his penis in my mouth. Deeply inside, I could feel my heart expanding with love and passion and desire for this.....PERSON.

That was the moment that I crossed over irrevocably. This dog was an animal, true, but he was more than that. He was an actual PERSON, with feelings, opinions, desires, a will, emotions, and the capacity to give and receive love. He had fallen in love with me as surely as I had with him and never in my life was I more sure of anything. While I knew that most people would consider my love for King to be disgusting and abbhorent, I also knew that I did not care. I knew that I loved him as surely as any woman ever loved any man. Further, I knew that he loved me as much and as deeply as any man ever loved any woman. This had never been just about sex, but I hadn't realized how much this had been about passion and emotional attachment and, yes, romantic love.

While it did not matter to me what others thought, I knew it could cause me trouble so I would have to hide this from people. Given that my love was going to be murdered the next day, that shouldn't be too hard. I bitterly cursed the unfairness of this world and my own inability to take any effectual action to save my love.

Finally, in the early morning hours, I rose slowly to my feet and gathered my things, sliding my keds back on and slipping back into my t-shirt and getting my bag together. Then I knelt and kissed King deeply, exploring his open and willing mouth with my tongue and letting him do the same to me. And I whispered into his ear, "I love you King. You are my most precious love. I'm sorry they are going to murder you and I wish I could save you."

Then I walked to the door and left the cage, shutting it quietly behind me and walking home.

Knowing the next day was the day King was to be put down, I had arranged to take it off, but I did have to come and get my car and I called a friend to come and jump it for me. When he arrived we hooked up the batteries and started my car. He simply believed me that the battery was dead. It was late afternoon. Eric came out of the shelter as I was getting ready to leave.

"Hey, Kat."

"Yeah."

"What happened?"

"The battery died when I came to feed the animals yesterday and I couldn't get any help until today."

"Oh. You know, we put King down this morning."

"Yeah, I know," I managed to choke out, tears starting in my eyes and my throat closing. I needed to get away from here before I betrayed myself.

"I found the oddest thing when we went into his cage this morning to get him."

"Oh, what?"

"A pair of girl's panties. Somehow, King had a pair of girl's panties in his cage. I can't imagine how that happened. Can you?"

I had frozen as if slapped at the first mention of the word "panties." That's right, I thought, I did wear panties down here and I didn't wear any back. Somehow I missed them. I felt my face turning bright red from an overpowering and involuntary blush of embarrasment. "No, I don't have any idea how that could have happened."

"Yeah, I didn't think so. It's really weird. But I'm going to keep them. I've pinned them to the corkboard behind my desk." His eyes glinted at me. I thought he probably had some idea, but certainly not all of it.

"Well, I'll see you tomorrow," I said, as I slipped the car into gear and headed out of the parking lot. As soon as I was away I began crying uncontrollably, sobbing like a wife who'd lost a husband. I drove straight home and spent that whole day andnight crying and sobbing for my lost love. I never thought anything could hurt that badly. I felt like I would never love again.

End of Part VI

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Part VII

The next six months were eventful in many ways, but not in ways particularly germane to this memoir. My heart had been shattered by the senseless death of King. I spent the next six months emotionally numb and cut off from everyone and everything around me. I worked as a stripper throughout that period and earned a great deal of money, almost all of which I saved up. I had no relationships with anyone of any kind. I engaged in no sexual activity, not even masturbation. I simply had no interest in it as an activity, and, frankly, the thought of sex with human men now made me want to throw up.

During this time I did a great deal of research, exploring the contours of the world of dogs and bestiality and zoophilia. The realization that King was a Person as surely as I was had opened a whole new vista of life for me and I spent the next six months learning how to communicate with these "Persons" that so many people ignored. I learned that they could understand many words and most of them could learn them very quickly. I learned how to read them, both from research and from practical work at the shelter, so that from their body language and eyes and facial expressions and sounds I could understand what they were trying to say to me. I became uncannily good at it, sometimes scaring my co-workers. I learned that dogs have varying personalities, just like humans: some are bullies, some are kind, some are noble, some are gentle, some are weak, etc. Some, I learned, were downright mean and some were plainly insane. I learned to identify a dog's personality fairly quickly from his eyes and body language. I also learned a great deal about communicating our intentions to dogs and practiced it as well.

Simultaneously, I explored the world of bestiality and zoophilia. I was surprised, and somewhat shocked, by much of what I found. But I learned that there existed other people, like me, that believed that dogs were Persons that deserved respect and to whom romantic love was not unknown. There were not many as narrow as myself. I appeared to be extremely rare: an exclusive heterosexual canine zoophile.

I once saw a picture of a dog climbing onto a bed where a naked woman was laying and the caption read: "Way Better Than Expected." That was what had happened to me in a nutshell. I had learned that love was way better than I had expected, and that for me, love was an emotion confined to male dogs. During this time, I saw several male dogs that I felt some measure of sexual attraction to, but since my heart was in such pain, the attraction never materialized into any act, but rather fizzled into pain and sorrow.

My mind often dwelt on King. I would remember his massive beauty, the grace with which he moved, the thick softness of his fur, the warmth of his body, the feel of his chest and stomach, pressed down on my naked back and ass, the knowledge that he was desiring me, that he wished to insert his maleness deeply into my womanhood and to deposit his seed in my womb. I would remember the bunching of his muscular haunches under my hand as he drove his penis deeply into me. These things would flash across my mind and I would suffer another emotional disturbance.

As the months passed, and I became more and more adept at reading and communicating with dogs, I also became less and less enamored with my job as a stripper. I didn't like men any more, at all, nor women for that matter, and it became obvious to me that at some point I was going to be expected to do more than give some fat sweaty guy a lap dance. The thought turned my stomach. It became all I could do to simply show up for work and do my job. Finally, I quit. By then I had managed to bank about $50,000. My plan was to return to school and get a further degree which would allow me to start a real career, but to do that, I needed more than I had managed to save so far because I needed enought o finish two more years of college and thenc omplete graduate work.

I wouldn't be able to save any more working just at the shelter, and, to be honest, I didn't want to work there any more. Every male dog that came in either got neutered or murdered. I had become convinced that what we were doing to them was heartless and brutal and vicious and really, I didn't want to be a part of it any more. So, I decided to find other work.

I had made some friends among a group of women that went dancing at a local club (though I didn't like men, I still enjoyed the activity of dancing and I loved to drink so I would go out and dance and drink) and one of them told me that she knew a family that was looking for a live-in nanny/maid to care for their children and keep the house clean. I got the contact information and made an appointment for an interview.

Two days later, I arrived at the house, a large, very expensive place, in a gated exclusive country club community with a back yard that held a large pool and opened on a golf course. The Mother, Lana Smith, interviewed me. She was long and willowy and blonde and starkly beautiful. The interview went well, and when I was introduced to the children, two little girls, I knew I could do the job because they were so lovely and sweet. As we were walking down stairs so she could show me the basement and take me out back, and before a decision had yet been made, I heard the sound of a powerful dog let out a deep warning bark. The sound had a queer effect on me. It was clearly a dog of great physical power, but the sound carried with it strains of nobility that I hadn't heard in some time.

Lana turned to me, "That would be Bull. He's our big baby guard dog." As she said it, she opened the basement door and I saw him. He was magnificent and I caught my breath at first sight of him, at the same time, I felt my womb tingle and flutter and my vulva burst into dampness. My God, He was absolutely gorgeous!

He was an enormous Rottweiler. He was all black, with the red highlights above his eyes and on one paw, the front left one. His eyes were large, friendly, happy and noble. He was easily 140 pounds, being so large in the body that I could not straddle him and set both feet on the floor. His head was much larger than mine and his paws were larger than my hands and feet. His torso was massive, with a broad, muscular chest and shoulders much broader than my own (in fact, I could fit my entire shoulder span between his front legs comfortably). His rib cage was thick and massive and his waist was thin, with a flat, muscular stomach, and then his hips, massive bunches of muscles on his broad ass. He was slightly taller than my waist.

When he saw us he hopped back in a happy, welcoming move, and barked a light, friendly greeting. Lana walked to him, taking him by the leather collar and facing him to me, introduced him to me with a series of command words. Bull had apparently been trained as a guard dog and would respond to people based on certain command words from his owners if they were present. The set she used with me for now made me a "friend." He was very friendly, coming up and sniffing me and circling me. I knew that Lana had no idea what effect Bull was having on me. I was experiencing the most significant sexual arousal I had enjoyed since King. I couldn't believe how amazingly handsome and sexy he was and how masculine. I wanted him and decided that I simply had to have this job. I believe that Bull sensed my attraction, because his eyes betrayed to me a slight glint that was more than simple interest in a new person.

Anyway, Lana completed the introductions and showed me the room I would live in if I accepted the job. It was a basement room, connected to a bathroom through a hallway that had a laundry/utility room off it halfway between the bedroom and bathroom. In the utility room I saw a pad for Bull and the dog dishes for food and water. Opposite the utility room, which could be enclosed by an accordian style door, was a large open area, taking up over 2/3s of the basement, that was used as a family room/play room with a tv, stereo, computer, game systems, and couch and chairs. The bedroom had a simple full-sized bed, dresser, bureau and closet. Perfect for me since I owned so little.

"I do hope you like dogs, because part of your duties will be to take care of Bull and make sure he gets plenty to eat and drink, and plenty of exercise," Lana said.

While I was quite certain that she had no ulterior motive in her comment, I imagined Bull mounting me and answered her candidly, "I love dogs and I think Bull and I will get along just fine and I'll be sure to make certain he gets plenty of exercise and stays in top physical shape."

A bit later, the interview ended and I went home to wait for a call if they desired to hire me. Later that night, Lana called and said that she and Rick (her husband) had decided to hire me and asked when would I be able to move in. I told her I would move in the very next day if she liked. She said that would be great. I had already sold most of my stuff and I just loaded the small amounts left into my car, turned the keys to the apartment in to my landlord (we were month to month by then) and called the shelter to tell them I quit.

The next day I drove to the Smith's house and parked my car in the spot they provided me and unloaded my things into the room I would now be living in. For the next week or so, I spent all of my time learning the routine of the house, the parameters of the job, and meeting every expectation the Smith's had for me. I was reintroduced to Bull as a "family member" and taught his command words. I took over the chores with respect to him and the girls as well as the laundry and cooking and cleaning for the house. It was actually quite a bit of work, but room and board was free and I was well paid. Also, the family were wonderful: kind, considerate, polite and friendly. I settled in quickly and quite rapidly learned the ropes and became an integral part of the family.

During this time it was all I could do to not jump Bull's bones and ravish his wonderful, masculine beauty. I had gotten to know his personality quickly, and he was a kind, gentle and noble animal who was also fearless. Where King had been like a naturally noble barbarian cheif who would take what he wanted at times and demanded his due, Bull was much more like a knight in shining armor: a warrior, but of gentle kindness in his address to his loved ones. King was like Conan and Bull like Lancelot. My work with dogs had led me to believe that it was essential for our sexual relationship's health for it to be initiated by Bull, so I started nothing. Further, I did not make myself available to be mounted because I was still learning the house and its routines and people well enough to be certain of reasonable safety when we did do it. But I did spend a lot of time with Bull petting and caressing him, kissing him and hugging and squeezing him and playing with him. I couldn't hardly keep my hands off of him because he was so sexy and attractive to me. The very sight of his massive, graceful body, or his enormous, soft brown eyes, would cause my heart to do flips and my womb to go fluttery with anticipation.

It was clear to me that Bull liked me. He was very friendly and affectionate with me, but also polite, and a tad reserved. It was almost like he wasn't sure what I wanted from him: which made sense since I am sure I was signalling sex but wasn't making myself available. Anyway, he rapidly became very close to me, bonding quickly and becoming quite playful and physically active with me. For that first week, we stayed simply friends; fellow servants of the Smith family. Then, finally, things began to change and I began to enter into the second great love of my life.

End of Part VII

Many, many thanks for the new instalment. :angel: :flowers: :flowers: :flowers:

What an excellent well written story Kat :clapping: Delighted at the turn of events and departure of Eric the nasty and anticipating your Bull adventure :w00t: :w00t: :w00t: 10+++/10 in thanks :puppykiss:

very good story thanx hope to enjoy lots more
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