There had been a report recently in the news about a woman, who had been caught with a dog. The public outcry was huge, and the humiliation she suffered must have been intense. It made me second-guess this decision, yet at the same time, the urge felt like it was getting stronger, fuelled by the knowledge pink of just how taboo and socially unacceptable this was. Frequently, at night or early morning, I would log onto beast sites and spend hours in the chat rooms. The discussions there would get incredibly deive, and I would often sit on a towel, soaking it through, as we talked in vivid and gory detail about dogs fucking me. Usually, I started with just my fingers, but nearly always ended up using my dildo, as I fucked myself to toe-curling orgasms while I chatted. Never fully satisfied with masturbating, I would almost always beg my boyfriend to take me on all fours, so I could imagine he was a dog fucking me, as memories and fantasies merged together. June Oh wow! The first two planets have aligned, as my boyfriend just informed me he needed to travel for work, and would be away for July, and half of August, giving me six weeks alone, at home, to execute this plan. All I needed now was a dog. My first idea was quickly crushed. Even though I pleaded with him that a big, virile dog would be perfect protection for poor little me, stuck in the big house all on my own, my boyfriend stood his ground, and laughed at my argument, his hands holding his sides. "Protection??!!" he said between bouts of laughter, "I have the deepest sympathies for any poor schmuck who decides to try to take advantage of poor little you," dissolving into tears at the last words. With that idea scuppered, I actually thought about trying for a dog-walking job, but suspected the reality of the work involved would be a lot worse than the fantasy. In so many ways, I wanted to throw a full on temper tantrum, and scream the house down, but decided to control myself, so I wouldn’t have to explain to my boyfriend what my frustration was all about. July I tried to contain my giddiness, I really did, as Lucy sat and sobbed at my kitchen table. JJ (my boyfriend) had already left on his business trip, and I was still no nearer to getting a dog. Suddenly, the stars and planets aligned, and I bit back a full on grin, as my beautiful, red-headed neighbour sat there crying her heart out. "We will japanese have to cancel our holiday," she sobbed, "the kennel we were going to put Hector in has gone bust, and every other kennel is full at such short notice.” She sniffled and dabbed her eyes asian with a tissue, then broke into a full on bawl again, “It would have been our first family holiday with our kids and my stockings parents." I had to stop from screaming with joy and leaping around the room, Hector was their family pet, and not just any pet, he was a magnificent Great Dane, friendly as anything, and I knew from the casual glances that he was fully intact. As casually as I could muster I said, "I could look after him, if you wanted, after all we are neighbours, he knows me, and would be great company while JJ is away." She almost leapt on me, and she hugged me tightly, thanking me over and over again. As I felt her pert breasts pushing against mine, I had to resist the urge to give her tight ass a little grope, as I had always wondered and hoped she might swing both ways. However, I wasn’t going to chance ruining this golden opportunity, as the dog-sex gods had literally dropped an amazing canine specimen in my lap, for an entire week, a whole dog fucking week! Over the next week, as Lucy’s family prepared for their holiday, we worked out a schedule of what was required for Hector, in terms of food and exercise. All I kept thinking, however, was about the real exercise we both would be getting. I shuddered, wondering what jizz tasted like. “With what you have to deal with, I’m amazed you’re as great of a person as you are.” An hour later she finally stumbled across what he'd mentioned deep within Mary's records. She revealed underneath a terrific sexy set of matching red underwear. So she asian resolved that she might as well go ahead and enjoy the experience, as much as she possibly stockings could. The knot was the size of a tennis ball, and japanese that was its current state after losing the tie. What was that shit anyway? Everything got quiet and she could detect his slight movement near the bed. He gestured to the other gray beings which surrounded us and then said pink slowly, “That was us... the original copies of us. His erection sprung out and straight up in front of her face.