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Subject: {ASSM} CRACKDOG by Anjing (woman / dog)
Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2000 16:10:08 -0400
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CRACKDOG
My third and final (so far) experience with bestiality was like my first in
that it was more as an observer than as a participant. The guys on my softball
team were having a discussion at the bar one Friday night of the wildest sex
acts we had ever seen in person. It started when Fred described a stag party
he had been to earlier that week in which two women had performed sex acts with
each other using a long doubleheaded rubber dildo. Various other stories were
then offered, such as a women who did the splits on a beer bottle and made it
disappear; and another woman who could smoke a cigarette with her pussy. The
story that caught my attention the most however was from Lonnie, our shortstop,
who said that he had recently been at a "party house" and witnessed a woman
having sex with a dog. He said she did it in the basement of the house and
charged $10 per person to watch.
Later that evening I engaged Lonnie in a private conversation and asked him for
more details and broached the possibility of my going to watch the woman
perform. He was reluctant to give me the location of the house and indicated
that there were no set days or times that the woman did these shows. After a
lot of glasses of beer and a lot of rounds of schnapps, I finally convinced him
to call the house and see if the woman (whose name was Vaneta) was there.
When he came back to the table he said that Vaneta was at the house and that
she might do a show that night if enough people were willing to pay. When I
asked him for the address and directions, he told me that he didn't think I
should go alone since it was not a good neighborhood and also because no one at
the house knew me and they might not let me in. He said he would be willing to
go with me but he didn't have any more money.
I told Lonnie not to worry about money, that the evening would be my treat. We
left the bar at about one o'clock in the morning with Lonnie driving. He
hadn't been exaggerating when he said the neighborhood was not good. It was in
the innercity not too far from an abandoned housing project. The only mildly
reassuring thing about the house was that it stood all alone on a block where
everything else had been torn down.
At the door we were met by a teenager with a gun. His job apparently was
security. Lonnie seemed to be well-known however and as his companion I had
no problem getting in. I was expecting to be the only white guy in the place,
but once inside I saw people of all races and people from all different walks
of life. There were men in business suits, men in work clothes, men in jogging
suits; and perhaps strangest of all two men in baseball uniforms - Lonnie and
me.
The women, on the other hand, were all dressed similarly. By that I mean they
either had no clothes on or they had practically no clothes on. For those who
had some clothing on it didn't seem to be a point of modesty but rather a way
to camouflage physical shortcomings such as a flat chest or heavy legs. As we
walked in, one naked blonde spread her legs wide apart and gave me a big smile.
Lonnie explained to me that I would be expected to buy some rocks of crack. He
said that I didn't have to smoke them if I didn't want to, I could give them to
him and he would take care of that task. He also said that I could trade the
rocks (or money) for sexual favors from the women present. It was unbridled
free enterprise and the exchange rate for various sex acts was open to
negotiation and varied with what you wanted and how attractive the woman was.
A couple of women came up and propositioned me almost immediately. Their
approach was very direct. They would sit on my lap and either place their hand
on my crotch or else place my hand on whatever part of their body they
considered to be their best feature. After I turned down a couple of them by
saying that I was waiting for Vaneta, they left me alone.
Lonnie checked and said that Vaneta had gone out , but was expected back soon.
About a half-hour later a small, slender black woman wearing a very short dress
came through the door. She looked to be about five feet tall and couldn't have
weighed more than one hundred pounds. She had an attractive face and a
beautiful smile - not that she smiled all that often.
She looked around the room and announced that she and Satan would be putting on
a show in the basement and that it was $20 a person to come down and watch. I
assumed Satan to be the large black Doberman I had seen wandering around.
I asked Lonnie if he wanted to come but he said he would prefer that I spend
the money to buy him another rock. I was the first one in line at the basement
door where Vaneta was standing. She smiled at me when she took my $20 and
waived me down the stairs. As I went down I heard the people behind me
bickering over the price and realized that $20 was her opening demand not her
bottom line. I was too drunk and turned-on to care about the money.
In all, there ended up being about fifteen people in the basement. I was
surprised to see that several of the other women paid money to come down.
Later I realized that they expected to recoup their investment and make a
profit by selling sex during the show.
In a few minutes Vaneta brought the dog, Satan, downstairs and locked the
basement door behind her. Without any fanfare she stripped off her dress
revealing nothing on underneath. She had a tight little body with perky breasts
and an exceptionally nice, round ass.
There was a pile of carpeting on the floor and she lay down on it and called
Satan over. She reached underneath him and began to cradle his balls in her
hand. At the same time she was working two fingers from her other hand in and
out of her cunt. She then put those two fingers in front of the dog's face.
He began to lick her fingers. After doing this for a while she lay down on her
back and spread her legs. Satan recognized his cue and immediately began
licking her pussy with long, hard strokes. She had her eyes closed with a look
of intense concentration on her face while the dog worked on her. After
several minutes she got up and moved on to the next phase of her performance.
The blonde who had flashed me when I came in, put a folding chair in front of
the crowd. She sat down, spread her legs wide and said, "OK, Rover, come and
get it." The dog strolled over to where she was sitting and buried his nose in
her crotch. At this point the blonde reached forward and toook the dog's
collar in both hands. Vaneta then got down on her hands and knees behind the
dog. She reached under and swiveled his penis so that it was sticking out
behind his rear legs. She slowly moved her mouth forward to where it was
touching the dog's scarlet boner. Holding the dog's cock by its base, she
slowly worked his cock in and out of her mouth, givinmg the audience an
excellent view of what she was doing.
At this point I heard some oohs and ahs from the crowd. Looking around I saw
all of the women who had paid to come down with their heads buried in various
guys laps, doing to them what Vaneta was doing to the dog. After 7 or 8
minutes of this action, Vaneta moved on to the final phase of her act.
She moved back to the carpeting and got down on all fours. The blonde led the
dog over to her and then stepped back. With an air of practiced ease, Satan
slid up on the woman's back and glided his cock into her. Although she had
reached under her to guide him in, it had been unnecessary.
Once he was inside Satan started a steady humping which quickly accelerated
into wild frenzy with his ass going a mile a minute. At one point the dog was
in such a frenzy to fuck her that both his hind legs were compeltely off the
ground. He had to weigh at least sixty pounds but the tiny woman was able to
support his entire weight without any apparent difficulty while the dog
squirmed his cock further into her.
After a while Satan stopped humping and tried to move away. At this point we
could see the dog's large knot stuck inside Vaneta's small pussy. She must
have been used to this "tie" effect because she had moved a cushion under her
head and was resting. After several minutes Satan's knot had gone down enough
that he was able to pull out and wander away.
Once they had separated and the show was over, I asked Vaneta if I could speak
to her. She agreed, on the condition that I buy her a rock to smoke. I asked
her how she had got started doing a sex show with a dog. She said that her
previous boyfriend ran another "party house" where she had lived. She said
that she got her drugs for free there. Satan was originally his dog and was
supposed to be a guard dog but didn't have the temperament for it and was more
like her pet. She said she gave her boyfriend sex whenever he wanted it but
that he gradually wanted it less and less. She also said that he refused to go
down on her, which was the only way she could get off. She said that she was
always horniest during her period but that her boyfriend wouldn't come near her
then. One day she was in the bathroom changing her tampon when Satan came in
and began licking her. She locked the door then let him continue until she had
an orgasm.
From that point forward her sexual relationship with the dog became more and
more regular. Eventually her boyfriend broke up with her and she moved out and
took the dog with her. She started coming to this house and exchanging sex for
drugs. She sometimes would bring Satan for protection. One day she was alone
in the basement letting the dog lick her cunt when a guy came downstairs and
saw them. She told him to leave but he offered her money to let him stay and
watch. The word quickly got out and more guys offered her money to let them
watch the dog eat her. She soon decided that she liked this better than
sucking off twenty strange guys a day to get money for drugs. At this point
the only sex she was having with Satan was letting him eat her out. Soon her
customers began to demand more variety and she added dogfucking and finally
she threw in some cocksucking. She said at first the other women who worked
the house gave her a hard time, but when they realized that her act got the
guys horny and increased the demand for their services, they accepted her and
even began to help her. She said that she was now concerned that perhaps one
of them might try to steal her act and her dog.
I asked her if she ever got off during her public performances with her dog.
She said that it happened very rarely and then only during his licking routine.
She said that the problem was that the part of her act which got her the most
turned on was the one which the audience most quickly grew bored with, whereas
the part that did the least for her, the cocksucking, tended to be what the men
wanted to see more of. She said that she always had an orgasm when Satan
licked her in private and mentioned that she was starting to enjoy the fucking
segment so much that she was now doing that in private also.
Eventually I ran out of money and Vaneta ran out of conversation. I asked her
how I could contact her in the future. She wrote down the phone number of the
house and said to call and ask for her. I then went and found Lonnie and we
left.
A couple of months went by before I called her. I wasn't anxious to go back
to that house, either by myself or with Lonnie. When I asked Lonnie about her,
he claimed that he had not been back to the house either. The girl who
answered said that Vaneta was not there and that she didn't know when she would
be back. This happened on several occasions till one day I called and the
number had been disconnected. In retrospect I have always kicked myself for
not calling sooner and trying to set up a meeting somewhere other than that
house, a place where I could have used a video camera to film her in action
with Satan. Unlike Angie, I'm sure for the right price Vaneta would not have
objected to a camera.
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Well, that concludes my three personal experiences with bestiality. I hope
someone else will share their experiences. I know I am not the only one with a
story to tell.
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