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Lisa's Temptation by dofgleve

   Original story at http://www.beastforum.com/showtopic-83647.html

   Jun 9 2006, 07:20 AM

   Lisa was very surprised when Jonathan came home with a present.

   "I'm going to be travelling a lot for the next few months, so I didn't
want you to get lonely," said Jonathan.

   It, was a beautiful one and a half-year-old German Shepard.  "I didn't
want to get you a puppy, they're too much work.  The shelter swears that
he's a trained and housebroken already."

   "He's beautiful, Jon, but shouldn't you have asked me first?" said Lisa.
She was having very mixed feelings, but not for the obvious reasons.

   "I want someone here to protect you while I'm gone," said Jonathan.

   They had been living together for over a year now, and this was the
first time he would be away for any length of time.

   Lisa was instantly taken with the dog.  He was quite a handsome animal.
But she was nervous having a dog around.  Especially a male dog.  And this
one was obviously quite male.

   "Why don't you give him a name, Lisa?" Jonathan suggested.  "I don't
know," she said reluctantly.

   "How about Duke," he suggested.  "Too trite," she said, "you might as
well call him Rover.  If we're going to keep him, he needs a real name. 
How about Samson.  He looks strong."

   "Samson it is," said Jonathan.  Lisa looked at the dog nervously, "So I
guess we're keeping him?" she asked.  "Absolutely," said Jonathan.  "What
if he doesn't like me?" Lisa asked (actually her concerns were completely
the opposite, but she didn't say anything.  Didn't even think it, mostly.)

   So, Samson moved in and became part of the household.  He was quite
friendly, and took to Lisa especially.  Jonathan remarked on it, "He's a
good dog, but he really seems to like you the most, Lisa.  I guess he knows
I got him for you."

   Lisa shivered a little at that.  Jonathan was leaving for a two-week
trip to Asia tonight and she would be all alone in the house with Samson.
She was a little nervous about that.  She couldn't articulate why
completely.

   Samson was a good dog, and since he'd been around, she had felt safer.
He was very friendly to her, always following her around and licking her
hand.  Maybe because he was so 'obviously' male.  She couldn't help
noticing sometimes when his 'thing' started showing (his 'thing' she
laughed at herself; how old are you, its a cock!  you'd never know I'm
thirty sometimes.) Despite herself, she felt herself blushing.

   She had always been a little nervous around dogs.  Well that wasn't
really true.

   She'd always had mixed feelings about them.  She had a dog in college, a
female named Missy.  Also a very friendly dog, always licking.  She smiled
remembering.  Once, one of her sorority sisters had told her, while they
were very drunk, about letting her dog lick her 'down there' and how good
it had felt.  Lisa had been floored by the conversation, and pushed it out
of her mind.

   But the thought had stuck and one night when she had been drinking (a
lot!), she had come back to her apartment and Missy had been very glad to
see her.  Well, it was a particularly horny time of month and Lisa found
herself on the bed, playing with herself when Missy jumped on the bed. 
Remembering her conversation with her friend, Lisa thought, "Well, maybe
just a little lick." And she pushed Missy's head into her moist crotch. 
Missy dove in with enthusiasm, and Lisa found herself, quite unexpectedly,
coming like crazy.

   Afterwards, she felt mortified.  "How could I have let that happen." She
pushed Missy away and went to sleep.

   But despite her deep feelings of embarrassment and denial, Lisa found
that there was many a night when she came home drunk, only when she was
drunk!, and let Missy take her to a forbidden and embarrassingly powerful
orgasm or three.

   But all that had stopped when Lisa graduated, moved to the big city, got
a small apartment and a busy job.  She had, reluctantly, had to give Missy
away.  And she gradually pushed the whole thing out of her mind.

   Until now!  Looking at Samson, all the familiar feelings of guilt and
embarrassment and, yes, and lust, came flooding back to her.  Lisa was
suddenly afraid.  Afraid of what she might do, What she might want to do,
if she was alone in the apartment with Samson.

   "Please don't go, Jonathan," she said suddenly reaching for him. 
Jonathan laughed, "I'll miss you too, honey, but I have to go.  Two weeks
will go by pretty fast though, you'll see." He snapped his suitcase closed
and got ready to leave.  "Gotta go, car's outside." Inexplicably, Lisa
started sobbing.  She wasn't usually the emotional, clingy type.

   Jonathan picked up his suitcase, gave her a big hug, a deep kiss, and
was out the door.

   Lisa slumped down on the couch, "I guess its just you and me, Samson."
She looked at the dog nervously.  "I need a drink," she thought, and got
up, pouring herself a scotch.  Actually, it was a big scotch.  She gulped
it down and splashed some more in the glass.  "nothing to do tonight but
have a few drinks and go to sleep," she said to herself.

   Samson came over and laid down next to her.  A few minutes later, she
began feeling much more relaxed as the scotch spread a pleasant buzz
through her head.  She was feeling warm and a little...  well warm.

   She started as she felt Samson like her foot.  "Now don't you start
getting ideas," she giggled to herself.  "I'm going to bed." She got up to
go to bed, looking down at the dog at her feet.  She suddenly blushed, "He
is definitely male," she thought.  The pink tip of his cock was poking out!
She was totally embarrassed.  "I can't believe I'm looking at it!" she
thought to herself.  Flustered, she walked quickly to her bedroom to get
ready for bed.

   Jun 15 2006, 01:29 AM Chapter 2:

   A little confused, Lisa retreated to her bedroom.  She felt quite warm
from her rapid scotch consumption.  In fact, she felt warm all over.  "I
need a cold shower or a hot bath," she laughed to herself.  Instead, she
did what she usually did when she felt the 'urge'; she stripped off her
clothes and pulled on a long t-shirt and lay down on her bed and proceeded
to amuse herself.

   Stroking herself, she thought about being alone in the apartment.  "I
wish I wasn't alone," she thought.  "Why did he have to leave tonight.  And
for two weeks!"

   She felt her excitement rising.  Suddenly, she heard a crash in the
living room and remembered, "I'm not alone.  Samson's here." she thought.
"Samson." a little shiver ran throught her.  "I hope he didn't break
anything."

   Lisa sighed, "I was so close.  Well, I better see what he did." She got
up and walked out of her bedroom.  She was wearing the thin t-shirt.  Only
the t-shirt.  Lisa didn't give it a second thought.  At least consciously.

   She walked out into the livingroom.  One of the lamps had been knocked
over.  Nothing broken.  "Lucky for you, Samson," she said.  He looked at
her eagerly.  "Too eagerly", she thought.  Again, a little shiver ran
through her.

   Samson came over to her, thumping his tail and rubbing against her leg.
"I'm glad to see you too, you nut.  Now stop breaking things and settle
down." Lisa turned to walk back to her bedroom.  Samson followed close
behind.  "Where do you think you're going?" she asked.  Samson looked at
her enthusiastically.

   "No, you stay out here." she turned and reached for the door.  In a
flash, Samson was right behind her with his snout up under her t-shirt. 
"Hey, don't be rude." Lisa reached down to push him away.  The dog pushed
forward and lapped his tongue across her bare bottom.  "Stop that Samson!"
Lisa yelled.

   Lisa was still twitching from her interrupted pleasure session and she
felt a rush as Samson's tongue grazed her already moist crotch.  "Wow, "
she thought, "I forgot how good that feels." She pushed him away, but with
less resolve.  Samson pressed his advantage and took a full swipe.  This
time he grazed her clit and Lisa felt an electric shock flash through her
body.

   "Well," she thought, rationalizing, "It's not lick this is the first
time I've done this.  Maybe just a little lick til I come."

   She turned and walked to the bed, laying down on her back with her legs
dangling over the side.  Samson followed close behind.  As soon as Lisa was
on the bed, he pushed his snout forward, forcing her legs apart.  "Hey,
hold on there boy, I'm in charge here," said Lisa, just the least bit
uncertainly.

   Samson surged forward, working his tongue into her wet crotch.  Soon he
was licking with gusto.  Lisa lay back.  She had almost forgotten the
sensation of being licked by an eager dog.  It had been years.  She had
felt so guilty about it all, she had almost pushed it out of her mind.

   Now the sensations came rushing back to her with a vengance.  She felt
herself rapidly approaching climax.  Samson pushed his tongue insistently
into her.  She felt herself giving in to the onrushing sensations as an
orgasm washed over her.

   As soon as the feeling subsided, Lisa was overwhelmed with guilt.  She
reached down and pushed Samson away from her.  He pushed his head back into
her crotch.

   Lisa grabbed his collar and pulled, which got his head out of her crotch
and onto her stomach.  She pulled again.  Suddenly, his head was pushing
against her breasts, naked and swollen under her thin t-shirt.

   Suddenly, she felt it!  IT!  Samson's erect cock was pushing against her
leg!  Lisa flushed at the thought.  It was hot.  And long.  And it was
sliding up her leg!

   "Oh god, get away from me," she screamed, suddenly panicked.  She pulled
on his collar again, which only pulled the dog further up her nearly naked
body.  She felt IT.  Now it was pushing against her thigh.  The INSIDE of
her thigh!  Lisa felt a sudden surge of fear, joined with incredible sudden
lust.  IT...  slide up to her upper thigh.  She felt it was hard...  and
slick!  "NO," she thought frantically, as the tip touched her crotch and
she came.  Hard.  Without warning.

   She hugged Samson to her as the waves pulsed through her body.  As
suddenly as it hit, the orgasm subsided and Lisa shoved Samson away and ran
to the bathroom, overcome with remorse and guilt.

   Lisa was shaking.  She slammed the bathroom door and locked it.  She was
shivering, overcome with shame.  She looked in the mirror and looked away.
She couldn't believe what had almost happened.  His thing ("Stop that," she
thought, "His cock" she could hardly think it.) was right between her legs,
and she was ready to let it happen.

   She sat down on the toilet seat as her knees buckled abruptly.  She was
still shaking.  The orgasm was sudden, and powerful...  and wrong.  "It was
one thing," she thought, "to let him lick me til I came.  But this...."
Lisa knew in her heart that she was quivering from more than shame.  It was
lust and desire as well.  But so wrong, so shamefully wrong.

   She sat in the bathroom for over an hour, crying and wringing her hands,
hoping Samson would back in his bed in the living room when she came out.

   Finally she emerged.  Samson was indeed back in the other room.

   Lisa collapsed in her bed.

   Jun 25 2006, 05:24 AM

   Chapter 3

   Lisa lay in her bed, confused thoughts spinning in her mind.  She was
deeply troubled by her reaction to Samson and felt horribly guilty,
ashamed. "How could I let it go so far...  he was almost..." Her thoughts
trailed off.  It was just so mortifying, she could hardly think about it.
She drifted off into sleep.

   The next morning, Lisa woke up, feeling good.  She jumped out of bed,
ready to start the day.  By the light of day, last nights events seemed
much more manageable.  She blamed it all on the scotch, "I shouldn't drink
alone, it always gets me too horny." She laughed it off to herself, and
walked out into the kitchen, still wearing her thin t-shirt.

   She didn't give it a second thought, at least consciously.  Looking
back, she later realized she was deliberately but deniably tempting fate,
playing with fire, her own fire!  But at the moment, most of her wasn't
thinking about a thing except starting the day.

   She walked into the kitchen, began to start breakfast and remembered
Samson.  Samson!  She pushed the thoughts of last night out of her head and
put some dogfood out for him.  Samson wolfed down the food, lapped up some
water, and lay down, watching her.

   Lisa bustled around the kitchen, and leaned over to set the table for
her own breakfast.  Samson snuck up behind her and nosed up under her
t-shirt.  Lisa practically jumped and wheeled around to face him.  "No,
Samson, bad dog!" she reprimanded.  Samson looked at her, confused, with
big puppydog eyes.  "Yes, you're cute, but don't be rude," Lisa said.

   Samson just wagged his tail and playfully jumped up with his paws
against her chest.  Lisa laughed and took a step backwards.  "You already
had breakfast.  Its my turn now."

   Samson pushed against her.  "He is strong," she thought, not for the
first time.  She took another step backward.  Lisa looked down and noticed
with a start, "Its showing!" It was disconcerting to be reminded of his
protruding maleness.

   She took another step back.  The dog was heavy!  He was pushing her back
toward the family room.  A thrill ran through Lisa's mind.  "He's attracted
to me." She instantly suppressed the thought, "Don't be ridiculous, this is
a dog."

   But she felt herself stirring.  "The dog had desires and needs of his
own," she thought to herself, "Its not just what I want." Lisa shivered a
little at that, and took another step backward as Samson continued to push
his paws into her chest.

   Suddenly she felt the cushion of the couch against her knees, and sat
down abruptly, propelled by the dog's paws pushing her backwards.  "Whoa,
boy," she exclaimed, startled.

   Lisa leaned back against the back of the couch, which had the effect of
pushing her legs and crotch forward at the same time.  She was suddenly
reminded of her near-naked state under the thin t-shirt.

   Samson pushed forward, pressing his upper body against her breasts under
the t-shirt.  She felt his weight and felt her nipples hardening.  His
sudden urgency was scary and at the same time...  stimulating.  She felt
his fur against her bare legs, and was startled by the sudden and insistent
feel of his erect cock, pushing toward his goal...  toward HER!

   Lisa was suddenly all too aware of her circumstances, her near-naked
state and the presence of an aroused, ("FULLY aroused" she thought to
herself) animal pressing himself toward her.

   "I can't do this!" her panic hit her like a lightening bolt.  She felt
IT brush against her pubic hair, and freaked out.  She suddenly found the
strength to push him away, leapt off the couch and ran into her bedroom,
sobbing.

   She did have the presence of mind to slam the door behind her.

   Lisa lay in her bed, sobbing and panting.  With shame and confusion, she
lay quivering, thinking about what had almost just happened.  No alchohol
to blame this time!  "What's wrong with me..." she sobbed, "How could I let
him almost...almost," it was too awful to contemplate.

   But as she thought about what almost was, she found herself reaching
down between her legs, sobbing and shaking, and stroked herself to a
quaking orgasm.

   She lay in bed afterwards, still upset.  Still confused.  Still aroused.
Angry with herself for her arousal.  Angry at Samson.  Mad at her husband
for getting the dog and leaving her alone with him.  Scared of her own
powerful reaction.

   "What am I going to do for the next two weeks?" she thought.

   Jul 9 2006, 04:21 AM Chapter 4

   Lisa spent the day in a state of mind-whirling confusion, embarrassment
and shame.  Every time she thought about it, she felt sick to her stomach.
Samson and his...  his...  she couldn't even think it.  Her face was
burning, it was so shameful and forbidden.  And what's worse, she had
almost let it happen...  almost let him...

   She couldn't get it out of her mind.  And every time she thought about
it, she felt herself stirring.  Truth be told, she was drenched between her
legs, and that just made her feel worse.  "What is wrong with me.  I
shouldn't even be thinking about this," she thought reproachfully, trying
to push it out of her mind.

   She spent the whole day out of the house, afraid to go home.  Knowing
that Samson was there waiting for her.  Finally, she couldn't postpone it
any longer.  It was time to go home.  She pulled up to the house.  She was
dreading opening the door.  Her jeans felt tight around her crotch.  "Stop
being silly, he's just a dog!" she told herself.

   Shaking her head, Lisa opened the door and walked into the house. 
Samson was there, wagging his tail, glad to see her.  "I'll bet you are,"
Lisa thought.  She busied herself around the house, getting dinner ready,
setting out food and water for Samson in his bowl.  All the while, Samson's
eyes followed her.

   Periodically, Lisa glanced nervously at him out of the corner of her
eye. Every time, he was looking at her!  She became self-conscious, like
being at a bar and having a guy looking at her constantly.  But this was
worse.  She was alone in the house, with a big dog.  A big, very obviously
male dog.  And he was watching her.

   Very obviously male!  She glanced over and saw his thing (his COCK!)
piking out from beneath him.  Unbidden, the recollection forced its way
into her mind, that sharp, hard, moist implement sliding its way up her
leg...  her BARE leg.  The strength of Samson as he tried to push his way
toward her...  no INTO her.  Lisa shivered involuntarily, but couldn't tear
her eyes away from it.

   "I need a drink," she thought, heading for the bar.  "Be careful, girl,
this is how you got in trouble last night," she warned herself.  Half
kidding herself, she promised she'd just have a little nip, to relax.  The
dog was making her nervous.

   She poured herself a little scotch, maybe more than a little, and went
into her room to change.  And get away from the uncomfortable awareness of
male eyes following her every move!

   Lisa went into her room and changed into a t-shirt and sweat pants..."
no bare flesh to confuse Samson tonight," she thought, and went back into
the kitchen to eat her dinner.  But she couldn't get the thought of his
pink cock out of her mind...

   Jul 15 2006, 06:16 AM

   Chapter 5 Lisa finished her dinner quickly and retired to the couch in
the family room.  She still felt a little uneasy, especially when Samson
followed her into the room and lay down at her feet.  She reached for her
glass, which she had refilled after finishing dinner ("a little more won't
hurt") and took a long pull.

   The warmth of it made her feel better, more relaxed.  She settled in to
watch TV.  Samson cuddled up closer, pushing up against her leg.  Lisa
looked down at him, and her attention was suddenly riveted...  his pink tip
was pushing out again!

   She couldn't take her eyes off it.  The TV was forgotten, she just kept
staring down at the tantalizing sight between the dog's legs.  Lisa's mouth
was suddenly dry, and she felt her face flush.

   Feigning indifference ("He's just a dog, Lisa.  Harmless," she thought
to herself, not entirely truthfully), she reached down to pat the dog's
head.

   Soon she was stroking the back of his neck and his strong shoulders. 
His fur was soft, and she felt the muscles rippling beneath his coat. 
"What a beautiful animal," she thought, pretending to purely innocent
intent.

   She continued to pet him, absently, and her hand found its way to his
flank.  "All completely innocent," she thought to herself.  The dog was
obviously enjoying the attention.

   Suddenly, Samson flipped over, and where Lisa's hand had been absently
stroking his flank, she suddenly found her hand brushing his now-erect
cock!!

   Lisa pulled her hand away like she had suddenly touched a hot stove.  "A
hot poker," she giggled to herself to relieve the tension.

   But there it was in front of her, hard, erect and ...  tantalizing. 
Lisa stared at it.

   Samson lay there expectantly.  His erect "poker" was inches from her
fingers.

   Lisa licked her dry lips, "Just a touch won't hurt anything," she
thought to herself.  Almost without volition, she felt her fingers close
around Samson's erection.

   As she touched it, she felt a jolt of excitement, which she tried to
ignore.  Mesmerized, she ran her fingers tentatively along its firm length,
and soon was stroking it with increasing concentration.  It was firm, and
slick, and hot ("Hotter than a man's," Lisa remarked to herself).  She
found it strangely compelling to keep manipulating.  She found herself
taking mental notes, ("Its shaped differently, the end is pointier, and
what's that bulb at the base?") the clinical concentration masking her own
growing arousal.

   Lisa was surprised when she saw a drop of moisture emerge from the tip
and dribble down the side of his cock.  ("Just like a man," she thought)
She continued to stroke Samson's hard length, and was rewarded with another
drop.

   It soon became a sort of game, to see how soon the next drop would form
and roll off the pointy tip.  Lisa felt her breath quicken.

   A loud sound from the TV suddenly broke her reverie.  Lisa looked around
with a start, "Oh my god, I'm all alone in my apartment with this huge dog.
This huge, MALE dog, and I'm playing with his cock.  Who knows what he'll
do now that I've got him all aroused."

   Lisa jumped up and ran into her bedroom, shutting the door behind her.
Her head was spinning a little from the strong drinks and she climbed into
bed, pulling the covers over her.

   She lay in bed, guilt-stricken at what she had been doing with Samson.
But, unbidden, her fingers crept down under her sweatpants and between her
legs and she found that she was soaked!  Dripping!

   Lisa was instantly flushed with shame at her reaction to the animal, but
she began stroking herself with growing enthusiasm as she berated herself
for giving in to temptation and curiosity.  And all the while, unbidden,
the image of Samson's hot firm cock danced before her eyes.  In her mind,
she saw herself stroking him, saw the beads of his precum rising from the
sharp tip and rolling down his shaft.

   She slid the sweatpants (and panties) off to give herself better access.
Her excitement rising, she thought about Samson and his erection and began
to feverishly imagine further acts.  She thought about her encounter with
him the previous night ("I felt IT sliding up my leg!"), and about the next
morning, when she had tempted him ("Yes, I admit it, I was teasing him") in
her short t-shirt.

   She remembered him, paws pushing against her, forcing her back toward
the couch ("He wanted me!!!").  Lisa felt her excitement rising toward a
wild climax, when suddenly she froze.  "What's that sound," she thought
with a start.

   It was a scraping sound.  With a jolt, she realized it was Samson
scratching on the door.  On the BEDROOM door.  "He knows I'm in here," Lisa
quailed, "He wants to come in," she thought.  Then she chuckled, "He wants
to 'come in'".

   The full impact of that thought suddenly registered, and Lisa exploded
in a heart-stopping orgasm, accompanied by the increasing insistent
scratching and a rising whining sound from the excited animal.  "He wants
in," she thought, and came again.  Hard.

   Jul 17 2006, 05:48 AM

   Lisa lay in her bed, trembling.  She had just had two mind-numbing
orgasms, and she was exhausted, but still somehow wanted more.

   She was also overcome with guilt over what she'd been thinking as she
came.  And what she'd been doing to Samson ("his COCK!!" the image jumped
in her mind, red-hot.  Electric.  Wrong.)

   Lisa felt totally conflicted and embarrassed.  And...  scared.  He was
right outside her door!  His insistent scratching and whining made it
impossible to ignore.  Made HIM impossible to ignore.

   Minutes went by.  "Maybe if he thinks I'm asleep, he'll settle down and
go to sleep too," she thought.

   But Samson was not going away easily.  Or quietly.  All of a sudden, he
stopped whining and started barking.  Loudly!

   Lisa froze.  "He'll wake the whole building!" she thought.  He kept
barking, and scratching.  She didn't know what to do.

   If she let him keep barking, she'd be in trouble with the building
tomorrow.  Big-time.  The building had no tolerance for noisy pets.  They'd
even evicted one couple last year for causing a problem with their dogs.

   Samson kept barking.  But Lisa knew she couldn't let him in...  she felt
a rush of fear which stabbed down her belly, turning into something that
was not fear, but ...  fearful anticipation.  She knew what he wanted.  HE
wanted her.  He wanted HER!!  She shivered and felt herself clench up.  He
wanted her.

   "Maybe I can just quiet him down if I talk to him," she thought.  She
got up and walked to the door.  She carefully opened it just a crack.

   "Quiet down, Samson," she scolded in what she hoped was a stern voice.
Samson looked at her...  and lunged against the door, flinging it open, and
throwing her to the floor.

   Samson was on her in a heartbeat.  Lisa had forgotten she'd taken off
her sweatpants and panties and wore only her top.  Nothing stood between
her and the muscular and obviously aroused animal.

   Her heart pounding, Lisa grabbed for Samson, but he was too quick... 
and way too strong.  His snout was pushing between her legs and there was
nothing she could do to stop him.

   He licked and Lisa gasped...  it felt too good.  "No, this is sooo
wrong," she thought and tried to escape.  But Samson kept pushing his
tongue into her.  Against her own will, Lisa felt her excitement rising. 
"I can't come from a dog.  No Samson, NO!" she was begging now.

   Suddenly, Lisa remembered the greater danger.  She felt his erection and
looked down, past his head licking her, and saw it!  It was big, fully
erect, she thought with a gasp.

   "I've got to stop this," Lisa thought, and rolled away from Samson,
trying to get off the floor and onto the bed.

   She made it halfway onto the bed, when Samson's full weight landed on
her back.

   Now Lisa was genuinely scared, but so hot from her earlier activities
and Samson's tongue that she could hardly think straight.

   She felt him pushing against her.  It was hard and hot.  "His red-hot
poker," she thought, as the tip touched her opening.

   Lisa's whole body contracted like an electric shock as Samson pressed
into her.

   "This is sooo bad," she thought as he slid in.  "This is sooo wrong,"
she thought as she started to come.  The mere thought of what was happening
was so upsetting that Lisa started to cry, even as the orgasm washed
through her.

   Sobbing, she felt him starting to swell within her.  "He's f**king
me.... and I'm letting him," she thought, weeping as she came again.

   "Oh god, what's wrong with me," she sobbed as she felt Samson starting
to come.  The hot come spurted into her, and she came again, shaking with
forbidden excitement and shame.  "F**ked by a dog" she shuddered to another
orgasm and lay face down on the bed, crying her eyes out.

   She felt Samson's come dripping down her leg.  She felt Samson slowly
sliding out of her.  She felt herself quivering with post-orgasmic tremors.

   Samson gave her a few licks, and walked back out of the bedroom to his
sleeping area.

   Lisa crawled into bed, her legs and private parts bathed in Samson's
come.  Absolutely mortified, Lisa lay there in disbelief.  "That didn't
really just happen," she thought.  But her quivering body and the huge
volume of Samson's fluids made it impossible to deny.

   Lisa's body drifted off to sleep, fully satisfied.  Her troubled and
conflicted mind was awash in confusing and erotic images, as sleep overcame
her.

   Mar 2 2007, 02:17 AM Quote Post

   Chapter 7 Lisa tossed and turned all night, obviously disturbed.  She
woke in the morning, and her first thought was, "Jonathan" She had never
been unfaithful to him, in five years of marriage, had never even thought
about another man.  "But Samson isn't another man" she whispered to
herself. "Okay, but I've never let anyone touch me since we got engaged...
no other male.  No other MALE." She flushed in a sudden flashback.  He was
a male.  Samson.  SAMSON.  She had never felt so possessed.  So taken. 
So...  female.

   "He just took what he wanted," she thought, "and I let him.  I let him
have me..." she shivered, remembering.

   "It won't happen again," she resolved.  "I love Jonathan, its just not
right.  I'll just pretend it never happened and never do it again." Closed
her eyes, wishing away the memory of Samson's hard maleness, thrusting into
her, his hot come filling her and running down her thighs.  She pressed her
legs together and clenched her teeth, willing away the memory, the
sensations, the hot flush that was spreading through her as she tried to
forget.

   "A shower, that's what I need," she thought, and pulled herself out of
bed, determined to put it out of her mind...permanently.  She walked into
the bathroom and turned on the shower, cold, as if to punish herself, to
force the hot thoughts out of her mind.  She washed herself, compulsively,
trying to remove what could never be removed...  the fact that an animal,
her dog, her Samson, had...  had...  she could hardly admit it to herself,
had f**ked her, had been in her most intimate places, had known her in ways
that only her husband should.  "Oh Jonathan," she lamented, "why did you
have to leave, none of this would have happened."

   She got out of the shower and began drying herself off, determined to
put it out of her mind, when she felt it..."Oh god," she felt it dripping
out of her.  Samson's come, the undeniable evidence that he had been in
her, was still in her, in the most intimate, most forbidden, most... 
intrusive way possible.  "Oh god, " she moaned, "I let him...  and I can
never take it back...  I let him."

   Lisa quickly wiped away the "evidence" and got dressed quickly.  She
came out of her bedroom, moving quickly and nervously into the kitchen. 
Samson saw her come in and jumped up, his tail wagging eagerly.

   Lisa ignored him, threw some food and water down and headed for the
door. "I'll be back in a little while, Samson." and she ran out the door.

   Trying hard to clear her head and have a normal day, Lisa forced herself
to run some normal errands before heading home to let Samson out.

   She came home and Samson greeted her at the door.  Lisa ignored his
friendly greeting, snapped a leash on his collar and took him outside. 
"Just do your stuff," she said brusquely, as Samson followed close at her
heels, too close for Lisa given her nervous state.

   As soon as Samson finished his business, she pulled him back inside and
hurried out again.  "I feel like I'm hiding, " she thought, "this is silly,
I'll just go home and act normal."

   So, a little sheepishly, she went back.  Samson again greeted her at the
door and proceeded to follow her around the apartment.  "Stop it Samson,"
Lisa said sternly, but he followed right at her heels, not threateningly,
but attentively.

   Whereever she went, she was aware of his presence, dogging her, she
chuckled at that "dogging her", now she knew where the expression came
from.

   She quickly walked, almost ran, to her bedroom, closing the door on his
snout as he tried to follow.  "He wants me," she shuddered, "he had a taste
and wants more."

   She heard him scratching on the door, "Not that again," she thought. 
"Oh Jonathan, where are you when I need you." Now she felt like a prisoner
in her own bedroom.  It was almost scary.  Almost...  but also
breathlessly, secretly something else.  "He wants me," she breathed. 
Almost...  exciting.  So wrong to feel that, to admit it.  But... 
exciting.

   The rest of the day continued the same way, Lisa rushing out of the
house and returning, quickly fleeing to her bedroom, avoiding the eager
presence of Samson, denying...

   "Oh god," she thought, "Jonathan won't be home for twelve more days."

   The day finally gave way into night and she fell into a restless sleep
to the sound of Samson whining and scratching at the door, reminding her of
what she was trying so hard to ignore, to forget...

   Mar 5 2007, 05:57 AM Quote Post

   Chapter 7 The next day was even worse.  Samson was at her side from the
moment she came out of her bedroom and would not leave her alone.  He was
becoming bolder too!  Lisa found that if she stood still for a moment, his
nose was instantly probing her crotch, even though she had worn thick
sweatpants to keep him away.

   Lisa found herself constantly pushing his snout away.  It was
disconcerting and embarrassing, but the constant attention was also having
an effect on her.  She kept pushing it out of her mind, but all day she was
reminded of Samson having his way with her...  pushing into her...  making
her come.

   The beginnings of her arousal had two effects.  She found herself
stealing glimpes at Samson's belly, and, (oh god) sure enough, she soon saw
the tell-tale evidence peeking out.  She had to force herself to look away
from that pink tip...("get a grip girl," she thought to herself).

   But worse still, she felt herself responding!!  Between the illicit
glimpses of his erection, and Samson's constant intrusion into her most
personal space, she found herself getting warm and moist...("stop it Lisa,
this is totally wrong").  As she pushed him away for about the ten
thousandth time, she noticed that she was a little slower to react, letting
his muzzle linger a little longer each time before jumping away.  And
Samson's obvious maleness was becoming harder to ignore.

   Harder...  and harder to ignore.  ("He smells me!" she shivered).

   Whenever she left the apartment, her mind was filled with the image of
Samson, hard and erect, pursuing her around the apartment, waiting for her
to give in to him, to give him what he wanted...It was hauntingly erotic,
filling her mind, while she crossed and uncrossed her legs, conscious of
her own uncomfortable excitement.

   That night she lay in her bed tossing and turning, while again Samson
whined outside her door and scratched away, reminding her...  insinuating
himself into her mind and elsewhere.

   Lisa could hardly sleep and was relieved when the phone rang.

   It was Jonathan.  "Lisa, its me.  I really miss you." "You don't know
the half of it," Lisa exclaimed.  "I really need you to come home.  I need
you..."

   "I know honey, that's why I'm calling.  This deal is really heating up
and I'm going to have to stay here at least one extra week."

   Lisa's heart sank.  Another week alone in the apartment.  No, not alone,
isolated with a horny, increasingly out of control animal.  "Jonathan, you
don't understand, you have to come home."

   "Is something wrong Lisa?" he asked.  She bit her lip, yes something was
very wrong, there's a large dog in my apartment who f**ked me and wants to
do it again, and I'm afraid he will, and I'm afraid I'll let him...  But
all she said was, "No, I just miss you a lot."

   "Well, I'll be home before you know it.  I miss you too.  Bye." Jonathan
hung up the phone.

   Lisa sat on the bed, her eyes tearing up.  Another week, that's sixteen
more days.  Too long.

   She got up and went toward the kitchen to make herself a tall drink.  As
she openned the door, she remembered Samson.  He eagerly pressed his nose
to her crotch, as he had all day.

   Lisa worked her way to the bar, half-heartedly pushing Samson away, and
downed a tall glass of scotch.  The warmth seemed to steady her nerves.

   She looked down at Samson, he tail was wagging and she could see ("How
could I miss it.  IT!") that he was now fully erect.

   "You know Samson, maybe if I give do something about that, you'll leave
me alone." and she reached down and rubbed his belly.  Samson immediately
lay down and started hunching his hips in encouragement.

   Emboldened by the dog's eager cooperation, and by the glow of the scotch
spreading through her, Lisa was soon stroking is erection.  ("Easy girl,
just get him off and he'll calm down a little.")

   It was perversely exciting to feel him throbbing and growing in her
hand. In fact, it was very arousing.  Lisa felt her breath quickening, as
the first drops of pre-cum started to flow from Sam's spiky red tip.  She
felt a glowing haze of excitement as she felt the amimal responding to her
efforts.

   At that moment, Samson suddenly got to his feet and put a paw right in
the middle of her chest.  Surprised, Lisa fell backwards, sprawling her
legs out.  Samson was instantly between her legs with his muzzle, pushing
and probing.

   Lisa hadn't realized how excited she had become while stroking his
hardness...  "his C**K!" she thought!!

   But now she found herself enfolded in a haze of lust.  Without further
thought, as if it were someone else acting in her body, she found herself
raising her hips and sliding her sweatpants and panties off.  Now she was
completely exposed and vulnerable...  no...  " completely accessible..."
she thought, and then thought became impossible.

   Samson's thick tongue was lapping into her and she felt herself explode
into a mind-blowing orgasm, and then another.  She was laying on the
carpet, completely overcome with sensation, unaware.  Then dimly, vaguely,
she became aware that he had stopped licking and had moved his head to the
side, prodding her in the hip.

   "He wants me to roll over, so he can f**k me," she groaned, "like a
dog." "Like a bitch".

   Lisa found herself complying, rolling over and getting up on her knees.
Before she had time to reconsider, she felt his weight, climbing up on her
back, forcing her head and shoulders down toward the floor.

   She felt his strength as he grabbed her hips and crawled forward onto
her.  She felt the sharp, moist point of his c**k as it worked its way
between her legs, forcing, probing.

   Samson found the spot and slid in...("god, I'm so wet," she thought) and
he was in her and thought again became impossible as she felt herself
taken, taken like and animal ("like a bitch" she thought, and came... 
hard).

   He pushed into her rapidly, possessing her, thrusting eagerly.  Lisa
felt herself pushing back.  And was horrified.  And excited.  And appalled.
And electrified.

   Then she felt something big...pushing at her entrance.  "Oh god, the
knot," she groaned, "I can't take that" ...

   And then it was in.  She exploded into an even more frighteningly
intense orgasm, and felt his hot sperm start boiling into her.  Samson grew
still, and she could feel his heat throbbing within her, as she responded
with a series of smaller, but ttill intense orgasms, feeling the fluids
start to seep out and drip down her thighs, she came again, feeling herself
stuck to him.  It was scary.  It was sexy.

   She tried to move away, and could not.  She felt herself freaking out...
and came again.  It was so intense to be so out of control.  Samson was
f**king her and she couldn't do anything about it but "come along for the
ride" until he was done.  It was so humiliating.  It was so sexy.

   It seemed to go on and on.  Lisa was lost in a haze of sex.  Attached to
Samson, she felt him filling her with his hot come, and she felt herself
losing herself in the sheer animal sexiness of it.  She came over and over
again, totally possessed by Samson's insistent animal force.  She felt
taken.  Taken like a female animal.

   Finally, it was over.  Samson slipped out of her and walked away.  Done
with her.

   "Done for now, at least," Lisa thought and shivered.

   She felt his juices flowing out of her, down the inside of her thighs,
undeniable.  She felt the scratches on her hips where Samson had held her
tights while he took her, possessed her body.  Undeniable.

   She felt her eyes tearing up, "what have I done.  I've never been
unfaithful, and here I've let this, this...  animal...and not just once."

   Lisa started crying.  But at the same time, she knew, in her heart, it
would never be quite the same for her again.  She couldn't undo what she
had done.  Samson had taken her to a sexual place she didn't even know she
had in her.  And she had let him.

   And she knew...  she would let him again.

   Mar 12 2007, 06:13 AM

   The next morning, Lisa woke up feeling...  good.

   She stretched and rolled out of bed.  "I feel great!" she said out loud.

   Then it hit her, "oh god, I can't believe I did that...  with Samson...
that..."

   She was overwhelmed with guilt and shame.

   But it sure felt good.

   Suddenly she looked at her clock, "8:30!  I slept too long.  I have to
get ready for tennis!  The girls are picking me up in 40 minutes!"

   Lisa jumped in the shower, washed as much of Samson out of her as she
could, and hurried into her tennis dress.  She realized that her tennis
panties were in the laundry room and she quickly walked accross the living
room to the laundry to get them.

   Samson heard her and was at her side instantly.  "not now Samson, I'm
late." Lisa said.

   Samson pushed his nose into her bare crotch, "not now," Lisa giggled,
"besides, that tickles."

   Samson licked more insistently.  It felt ...  good.

   "Ok, just a little," Lisa got down on the floor.  She felt herself
moistening, responding.

   He licked a few more times, sending shivers up her spine.  Then the dog
was instantly on her back, his hard c**k seeking entry,

   "No Samson, I don't have time for this..." Lisa squealed.  But it was
too late.  Samson was not well-versed in getting his way.  And he got it.
He had Lisa tight in his grip and her short tennis dress did nothing to
prevent him from sliding right into her.

   "oh god, I'm totally wet for him," Lisa thought helplessly as he slid
into her.

   "oh god that feels good," she puffed breathlessly as she came almost
immediately.

   "oh no," she protested as she felt him push his knot into her.

   "I'm stuck!" she thought, feeling him filling her.  She managed a look
at her watch.

   "Nine o'clock!" Lisa panicked, "Peggy and Joan will be here in ten
minutes to get me for tennis!  Samson, get off me!"

   She struggled against the dog, but the wasn't much she could do, Samson
was much too big and strong for her to have much effect.  Worse than that,
he was stuck tight in her.

   She heard her cell-phone ringing.  "thats the girls calling to tell me
to come downstairs!" "oh god, what am I going to do?"

   She felt Samson's cock spurting its hot load into her.  Filling her.It
was just too much.

   She squirmed against the dog, trying to extricate herself, the panic
rising in her, when she was overwhelmed by a huge orgasm.

   Somehow, she managed to pop Samson out of her.  Lisa jumped up, grabbing
her tennis panties and pulling them on, frenzied.  Just as she managed to
get herself adjusted, she heard the banging on the door,

   "Come on girl, we're going to be late...what do have the poolboy in
there?" Lisa's face flushed bright red, mortified at what she had just
done, feverishly excited by what she had just done.

   Lisa flung the door open, Joan looked at her crossly from the threshold,
"why didn't you come down?"

   "I overslept," Lisa muttered as she walked out the door, glancing back
at Samson, who was calmly licking his crotch on the floor.

   It was only a ten-minute ride to the tennis center.  Lisa sat in the
back seat while Joan and Peggy gossipped.  Lisa mind was far away.  She was
thinking about Samson.  And the incredibly hot f**king she had just had.

   She felt the reminders in the scratches on her hips where he had held
her and controlled her.  Lisa shuddered at that thought.

   Suddenly she realized that she was soaked, 'down there', and it was
starting to leak out of her thick tennis panties and onto the seat of
Peggy's new Lexus.

   "That's embarrassing" Lisa thought, feeling her face burning.  "It won't
hurt the leather...I hope."

   Just then they arrived at the tennis center.  Lisa got out of the car,
feeling Samson's come squishing between her legs.

   "I hope it doesn't start dripping down my leg on the court," she
thought, strangely aroused at the thought.

   And sure enough, through the whole match, all Lisa could think about was
Samson and his incredibly wet presence between her legs.  It was such a
turn-on, Lisa felt herself getting hotter and hotter as she ran around the
court.

   It was such a sexy, forbidden secret, that just minutes ago she had been
helplessly tied to a large, demanding dog while he took full and complete
sexual possession of her body and filled her with his hot come, which was
now filling her white tennis panties.

   Lisa practically came, right there on the court.  Peggy, who was her
partner, was somewhat annoyed when she missed a couple of easy net shots,
"Your head's just not in the game today, Lisa, what's up."

   "Oh, I guess I just miss Jonathan," she lied, "He called and told me he
won't be home for another two weeks."

   "He's a fool," said Peggy, "to leave a hot-looking babe like you home
alone."

   "Hardly alone'" thought Lisa, as she squeezed her legs together, "Hardly
alone."

   As she ran around the court, trying to focus on the game, Lisa couldn't
get it out of her mind.

   Unbidden, the hot, sexy feelings would flood back to her.  It was so
forbidden, so taboo, so ...  daring.

   Here she was, playing tennis with her girlfriends, when only an hour
ago, she'd been sprawled on her livingroom floor, practically forced... 
she felt her nipples harden at the thought,

   "Practically forced," she shivered, knowing it to be a lie, "I let him."

   "I let a dog f**k me." Her nipples were now poking against her thin
tennis dress, clingy with sweat.

   "Stop it, girl," she thought, "focus on the game!"

   But she couldn't focus on the game.  The sexy reminder of her encounter,
her forbidden encounter, was soaking through her panties.  Every squishy
step brought the memory to the forefront of her mind.

   She found herself panting with lust, just thinking about it.

   "Lisa, you can't be out of breath," said Peggy, jarring her back to the
moment, "we've only played one set."

   "Are you coming down with something," asked Peggy, "you look flushed."

   Lisa felt her face reddening, suddenly conscious of her lustful
excitement and distraction, she tried to will her nipples to stand down,
but they only hardened further, too noticeable.

   "I'm fine." she insisted.

   And somehow finished the game, making a somewhat respectable comeback in
the second set.

   The drive home seemed to take forever.  Lisa had only one thing on her
mind.  She kept shifting her cum-soaked bottom against the carseat, "stop
squirming Lisa, you'll give yourself away," she thought.  The secret
forbiddeness, coupled with the undeniable, leaking, oozing evidence, all
too obvious to her, it was enough to practically make her come right there
in the back seat.

   She practically ran from the car to her door, shouting "Thanks for the
ride," over her shoulder as she fumbled for her keys.

   She made sure the car drove away, as she lunged through her door.

   Lisa had only one thought.  "More."

   Samson greeted her, obviously glad to see her.  Obvious in more ways
than one...  Lisa saw the pink evidence peeking out beneath him.

   She practically tore off her panties and got down on the floor, pushing
her butt up in the air, like, like ...  she finished her own thought, "like
a bitch in heat..."

   She shuddered with lust at that thought, as she felt Samson's paws
mounting her back, his weight forcing her down, his hardness seeking her...
finding her...

   taking her....

   Lisa felt him thrusting into her and came almost immediately...  she was
so ready.

   All she could think about was "more.  More.  MORE!" And she felt more,
as, startled, she felt his knot pushing against, trying to fit all the way
into her.

   "Whoa, I'm not sure I can take all that," she protested, all the while
pushing back against him, almost instintively.  One more big thrust, and
she felt her heart thump as Samson pushed it into her.  It felt like it was
pushing all the way into her stomach.  It was so...  large.  Her breath
caught, and she felt another huge orgasm take her.

   Lisa lay there, panting, as Samson's thrusts slowed and she felt his hot
come boiling into her.  She tried to move around, seeking a more
comfortable position.  Samson was heavy!

   But she was stuck.  Stuck on his c**k.  Stuck on his C**K!!  The thought
of it was so erotic, so taboo, sooo sexy, she felt herself come again. 
Samson was filling her with his come.  With his SPERM!  He was mating her.
Trying to breed her!

   That thought sent her flying again.  He was trying to breed her.  She
could imagine his sperm flooding into her.  Seeking her innermost bodily
secrets.  Taking her most private functions and making them his.  She
imagined herself somehow impregnated by the beast.  That couldn't happen.
That couldn't happen...  could it?  She felt herself wrenched into another
violent orgasm at the forbidden, unnatural thought.

   It was so erotic.  She felt totally possessed.  Like a total female
animal.  Like a...  bitch.

   Samson finally finished after what seemed like an hour.  Lisa lay on the
floor panting with exhausted satisfaction.

   "I can't believe I just did that.  I've never even looked at another
man, and now I've let this, this ...  animal..."

   Her thoughts trailed off.  She had to admit, it was good.  Really good.
She had crossed a line in her mind.  Sure she felt bad, but well, Jonathan
shouldn't have just gone off and left her like this.  So it was actually
ok, it was his fault.  sort of.

   "He's lucky I'm not out f**king another guy.  I could, you know.  He's
lucky I don't just go get some guy and let him come in me.  Knock me up,
even.  That would serve him right."

   Lisa stopped herself, "you're just rationalizing...  so what, its better
that you let the dog have you?" She giggle to herself.  "Yeah, that's
right."

   But Lisa was past feeling bad.  Samson had pushed all her buttons and
she knew it.  She knew she would do it again.  She knew Samson would want
her again...  soon.  And she knew she would let him.

   It was sooner than she thought.

   Lisa had slipped out of her tennis clothes (what a wreck between the
sweat from the tennis, and the sweat from her "other" activities, and the
unavoidable and incredibly abundant evidence of Samson's complete
possession of her) and got in the shower.

   Didn't help much.  Ten minutes later, she felt it dripping out of her
again.  So much!  It was sexy to feel it, reminding her...  "It won't let
me forget what I just did...  what he just did..."

   She felt lust stirring in her.  She aimlessly did a few chores, but
couldn't seem to calm down.

   "I'm like in sex overdrive," she thought breathlessly.

   Samson felt it too, and soon he was right at her heels, following her
around the house, slipping his nose in close whenever she paused for a
moment.

   Lisa laughed and pushed him away.  But she found herself lingering a
little longer each time.

   "We're like newly-weds," she thought, "can't keep our hands of each
other..." she paused, embarrassed at that thought, "or paws, I guess."

   She felt a little guilty at that thought.  She had always been a loyal
wife, until now.  Until Samson...  She found herself on the floor, ready...
Again...  thrusting her backside in the air, inviting her lover... 
"Presenting, they call it presenting..." she blushed at that thought.

   "I'm presenting myself to a dog, like a ...  bitch.  Like...  HIS
bitch..."

   She felt his weight on her back, and sighed, waiting to feel him,
again...

   Apr 19 2007, 01:53 AM

   The next two days flew by in a blur.  Lisa found herself in a constant
state of longing arousal.

   It was just so...  good.  Samson had an amazing capacity, as she found
out, and amazing need.  Lisa found herself on the floor with Samson four,
no five times that first day.

   "Like newlyweds," she thought, not for the first time.  "Its like he
can't get enough of me..." it was strangely seductive, the animal wanted
her constantly.  Lisa felt sexy, she felt desired, she felt...  alive!!

   "I don't think I've ever come this much in one day, " she thought, as
Samson was climbing on her for the fifth time...  it was so erotic, the
animal never seemed to tire.

   By the second day, Lisa began to fret.  In between mind-blowing orgasms.
She began to worry.

   Samson was always ready.  Always hard...  He would f**k her for what
seemed like an hour, and then was calm.

   But two hours later...  or less, he was following her around again, with
that hopeful, eager look.  She tried to brush him away, but he was very...
persistent.  Not quite pushy, but...  persistent.

   He would follow her around closely, always in her personal space, always
ready to brush up against her or push his nose where it didn't belong.  And
his, and his ...  thing.  His "C**k" (she made herself think it), his C**K
would start peeking out, unmistakeably...  enticingly.

   She tried, that second day, she tried to push him away, but it was so...
obvious.  What he wanted.  What he had...  that pink hardness... 
unmistakeable, unignoreable.

   "What am I going to do when Jonathan comes home," Lisa worried, not for
the first time.

   The only times Samson will leave me alone is when he's gotten what he
wants.

   "ME!" she shivered at the thought.  "How am I going to keep Jonathan
from finding out...  the dog is always hard..."

   It was a worrisome thought.  Lisa blushed with embarrassment, thinking
about how hard it was becoming to control the dog.  The only time he seemed
to calm down was when she gave him what he wanted.  And he wanted it so
often...  She felt her face burning...  "He wants ME!" she murmured, as she
lifted her skirt...  again...  and got down on the floor...

   "ME," she thought, as Samsom climbed onto her back for the fourth time
that day.

   "ME," as he pressed into her, and she shuddered to an uncontrollable
orgasm...  "ME!" She gave herself over to the hot, overwhelming sensations.
"ME..."

   Apr 23 2007, 07:21 AM

   The days passed in a blur.  Lisa felt more alive than she had in years.
Samson's constant attentions were a constant ego boost (although sometimes
quite inconvenient, but even that was exciting...  though she knew she gave
in too easily, too often).

   But now, she found herself in a state of panic...  Jonathan was coming
home tonight!!

   It was ironic.  Every time he had gone away like this, she had found
herself waiting for him, heart pounding with anticipation...

   But now, her heart was pounding, with anxiety.  She felt so... 
unfaithful.  "That's silly, " she thought, "its just a dog." "No," she
corrected herself, "HE's a dog."

   "A very MALE dog," she giggled to herself, remembering their last
encounter, no less than an hour ago.  She wriggled her bottom, reveling in
that special squishy feeling that reminded her so unmistakeably of what the
dog had done to her...  what she had LET him do.

   She felt the warm glow rising again.  "Stop it," she reproached herself,
"you should be thinking about Jonathan now.  He'll be home in a couple of
hours."

   "Oh god," the thought hit her.  "He'll notice I'm full of Samson's
stuff...  there's so much of it in me..." she smiled at that thought. 
There was so much.

   She rolled over to get out of bed and winced.  Those little scratches on
her hips, where Samson grabbed her, when he pushed his way into her... 
suddenly they were so noticeable.  Lisa freaked out.  "Jonathan will see
them, he'll know.  Oh my god, what will I do..."

   But the scratches weren't very noticeable, she told herself after she
calmed down.  Its not the scratches.  Its just that...

   The thought of Jonathan left her...  cold.  She had a new lover and she
had spent the last three weeks bonding with him.  To the point that the
very thought of him sent her tingling with anticipation.  The little sounds
he made.  The smell of him...

   "What am I thinking...  he's a dog." But it was undeniable.  It was like
she had been rewired, Samsonized!

   "But I love my husband," she thought.

   "but I'm craving..." just then, Samson padded into the room, pushing his
way into her personal space in his usual, insistent way.

   Guiltily, Lisa tried to push him away.  But Samson didn't take no for an
answer.  Especially lately, he had been very...  insistent.  And Lisa found
it exhilarating in a perverse way.  In fact, it had become sort of a game.
He would nose in under her skirt, and she would pretend to be embarrassed
("sometimes I'm not pretending," she thought, "especially lately when there
are people around..."), and push him away.

   Samson had caught onto the game, because as she would push him away, he
would push back persistently.  And she found it exciting.  That he wanted
her and wouldn't just take no for an answer.  More often than not, after a
few rounds of giggled, excited "No" and "get away from me", she would give
in to him find herself enthusiastically on the floor helping him.  Giving
him what he wanted...  HER!

   But now, belatedly, she realized she had made a big mistake.  Samson was
constantly coming on to her...  how would she hide it from Jonathan!!  She
had to keep her secret somehow.

   She pushed Samson away again.  "I mean it this time!" she scolded, in
her firmest tones.  Samson looked at her, confused, and rubbed up against
her.  She felt his firmness, pressing against her leg.  "Samson, we just
did it an hour ago.  You can't want me again now.  Its too soon."

   In her mind, she quailed.  "How will I keep it secret when he wants it
so often.  When he wants ME so often." She trembled.  This was the fourth
time today!

   He pushed his nose up against her crotch.  She felt her resolve
weakening.  It felt so good.

   "OK, boy," she whispered, "but you have to behave when Jonathan's
around..." she said unconvincingly.  But she lowered herself to the floor
and gave him what he wanted.  What she wanted.  Again.

   May 5 2007, 07:09 AM

   Jonathan arrived around 11 pm.  His flight had been delayed over two
hours.

   Lisa had waited up, dutifully, and was wearing a sexy little outfit to
welcome him home.  Usually her heart would be pounding when he came home
from one of these trips, but now she only felt...  anxious.

   "What if he wants sex," she worried, "I'm so worn out from Samson," she
smiled at that...  five times today!  "The animal is a sex machine!" she
sighed.  "And I'm so wet down there.  Jonathan will suspect something." No
matter how hard she tried, it just seemed to keep flowing out of her. 
Samson had filled her with quarts of it...  she shivered thinking about it.
It was very sexy to be so full of him.

   And it made it so...  real.  So taboo, she was really and truly letting
herself be f**ked by her dog.  The evidence was undeniable and constant. 
She was overwhelmed by the sheer, exciting forbidden sexiness of it.

   "what if he doesn't want sex?" she worried.  That opened up a whole
other set of questions.  He'd been gone for almost three weeks...

   Jonathan walked in the door.  He gave her a big hug.  Samson looked at
him suspiciously.  "Lisa honey, I'm really glad to see you, but I'm beat.
I'll make it up to you tomorrow, but I've got to go to bed right now."

   And with that, he walked straight into the bedroom and was in bed,
lights out within ten minutes.

   Lisa sat in the livingroom, amazed, "He didn't even look at me," she
thought.  Hurt, a little angry, and upset, Lisa lay back on the couch.

   In seconds, Samson was by her side, wagging his tail.  "At least I know
you love me," Lisa sighed, patting him on the head.

   Samson needed no further encouragement.  In a second, he nose was under
her abbreviated skirt and nosing at her skimpy panties, chosen specially
for Jonathan's homecoming.

   Lisa pushed him away, hissing, "Samson, Jonathan's in the next room. 
Stop it!"

   Samson stopped for a second, then pushed in more determinedly.  He
thought they were playing the game.  The one where she pretends to say
"No," and then lets him have his way.

   Lisa pushed him away again.  "No, Samson, I mean it."

   Samson was used to getting his way by now.  He growled at her and pushed
his nose directly between her legs.  Now she was a little concerned.  If
the dog started making noise, Jonathan would surely wake up.

   "Maybe if I just let him lick me a little..." she temporized, opening
her legs.  She was used to giving the dog what he wanted...  it felt so
good!

   Samson started to lick her with his usual enthusiasm.  Lisa looked down
and saw his pink hardness emerging, and started to panic.  "I can't...  not
with Jonathan sleeping right there in the bedroom...  oh Samson, stop," she
clamped her legs shut.

   Samson started to growl again, and then barked, once, with unmistakeable
demand.  "Shhhh!  You'll wake him up for sure," Lisa implored.  Samson
pushed his body against her, his intent unmistakeable.

   "Samson, I can't," she pleaded, "Jonathan..." she heard the rumble
growing in his throat again.  "I can't let him wake up Jonathan..."

   She reluctantly reached for his erection, feeling her own excitement
rising, despite herself, despite Jonathan in the next room, despite all
danger and common sense...

   She reached down and slid her tiny panties down her hips and stepped out
of them...  Samson put his paws on the couch on either side of her...

   Lisa saw his full hardness, and, conceding to the inevitable, said, "all
right, Samson, but hurry up...  and for goodness sake, be quiet!"

   She opened herself to him and felt his weight as he slid into her. 
"Shhhh...." she whispered, as he took her.

   Lisa felt Samson pushing into her.  Somehow, it was extra vivid, feeling
his pointy c**k sliding into her, possessing her...  She felt everything!

   She was aware, acutely aware, that Jonathan was sleeping in the other
room ("Please, please, stay asleep," she begged silently).  It was intense,
exciting, forbidden...  she felt herself tighten around Samson as she felt
the flurry of her first orgasm.

   Lisa bit her lip..."Quiet!" she thought, "I have to be quiet," she
convulsed into an intense orgasm, holding her breath.

   Samson began to pant louder as he pumped into her..."Shhh," she begged,
whispering.  His panting grew louder..."I never realized he was so noisy
while he...  while he f**ked me," she thought nervously to herself, and
felt another wrenching orgasm wash over her.

   It was too exciting!  The thrill of doing this forbidden thing...  with
her dog, while her husband slept ("please, please, stay asleep") only yards
away in the next room.

   Samson slowed his pace, as his knot swelled within her, locking her to
him, as his hot come began to boil into her.  Lisa lay there, feeling
Samson fill her...there was so much.  She pulled away slightly, feeling
herself stuck to him, "Tied!" she thought, and came again, breathless with
excitement.  If Jonathan came out now, there was absolutely nothing she
could do about it.  Samson had her.  Undeniably.  Unmistakeable.

   They sat tied like that for long minutes more, as Lisa slowly calmed
down and came to her senses...  "Oh god, I'm stuck to this dog, and my
husband is in the next room.  Am I completely insane?"She tried to pull
free, unsuccessfully.

   She began to sob, overcome by the potential consequences of her rash
act. Samson, unconcerned, continued to pump her full of his hot come. 
Lisa, helpless in his grasp, had one more orgasm, tearfully, and felt him
pop out of her.

   She quickly rolled out from under him, feeling the now-familiar
sensation of his hot come oozing out of her.  Her face burning with shame,
"I can't believe I did that, with Jonathan right there in the next room,"
she fled to the bathroom to clean herself up as best she could, knowing
that Samson would be dripping out of her the rest of the night ("Jonathan
is sure to notice how wet I am," she quailed, "And what if, Oh god, what if
he wants to lick me in the morning, he likes to do that, Oh God!  the
smell, the taste, he'll know something's up for sure!").

   Overcome by the potential consequences, Lisa crawled into bed, still
sobbing, her head spinning, ("I'm lying in my bed, next to my husband,
filled with dog come," she thought, "and tomorrow I'm going to wake up, and
the dog will be there,") she thought over and over again, ("and Samson will
want me again"), she shivered replaying the feelings over and over again,
and flushing with shame (and lust), she thought, ("and I'll let him.  Oh
god, I'll let him.")

   Lisa fell into a troubled sleep next to her husband, as her lover's
"evidence" slowly, but undeniably seeped out, leaving a big wet spot on the
bed...

   Jun 14 2007, 05:16 AM

   Lisa woke up early, feeling Jonathan moving against her...she pushed him
away and rolled over to go back to sleep.

   Insistently, he grabbed her and rolled her over toward him, "Come on,"
he whispered, "I haven't seen you in weeks...don't you want to?"

   Ordinarily, Lisa would have responded eagerly, even hungrily.

   But this wasn't ordinarily anymore.  Lisa was uncomfortably aware that
she was still full of Samson's come from last night ("Jonathan will notice
for sure," she thought, worriedly).  She nervously clamped her legs shut.

   But Jonathan was not so easily put off.  Reaching down, he worked his
hand between her legs.  Despite herself, Lisa found herself yielding to
familiar habit...

   "Come on, Lisa, you're totally ready!  You're soaked," Jonathan urged.

   Lisa knew he was right.  ("I am soaked," she thought, ashamed, "But not
from you...").

   Resigned, Lisa rolled onto her back and tried to get into it.  Really
tried.

   Jonathan slid into her instantly, with weeks of pent-up eagerness.  Lisa
did her best to respond, but it seemed so...  ordinary.  Something was
missing.

   Soon, she felt him tense up and begin to spurt inside her.  She felt it,
but she didn't feel like she had last night.

   Her thoughts wandered back to her forbidden coupling.  She had felt so
wanton, so...  animalistic!  Samson had taken her, filled her ("Oh god, he
filled me," Lisa thought, "his hot, hot cum pulsing into me...").  It was
so wrong, so hot and erotic.

   She felt Jonathan withdrawing from her.  It was...  nice.

   ("Damned by faint praise," she thought, "nice.")

   Jonathan didn't seem to mind.  He jumped out of bed, ready to shower and
head off to work.

   Lisa got up to make him breakfast.

   As soon as she walked into the kitchen, Samson was up to greet her. 
Tail wagging, he rubbed up against her bare legs.  A shiver ran up her
spine!

   She looked down at him, and her heart skipped...  she could see the pink
tip already protruding!  ("Oh god, Samson, you want me already..." she
breathed to herself).

   She moved away from the dog.h ("I sure hope Jonathan doesn't notice!"
she thought guiltily, her heart pounding).

   Samsom followed her every move, watching her like a hawk, hungry eyes
fixed on the openning in her robe.

   Lisa self-consciously pulled the robe tighter around her body, feeling
an involuntary pulse of excitement.  ("The dog has a mind of his own," she
thought, worriedly, "what if he starts nosing around where he
shouldn't...").

   Lisa found the idea strangely arousing, a guilty secret that she
couldn't quite control.

   Just then, Jonathan came running out of the bedroom, tying his tie. 
"Honey, I hate to f**k and run, but I have an early meeting and I'm late.
No time for breakfast.  See you tonight."

   And just like that, he was out the door.

   Lisa felt a huge wave of relief was over her.  Relief and something
else...  lust.

   She looked over at Samson.  He gazed back at her, licking his lips. 
Hungry.

   Lisa felt the heat rising.  Suddenly, she had to have him.  Throwing off
her robe, she got down on her knees right in the kitchen.

   Samson didn't need a second to get the hint.  No sooner had she kneeled
down, when she felt his weight on her back.  His fur on her bare flesh.  It
felt so...  natural.

   He surged into her.  Lisa felt absolutely wicked.  "I just let my
husband s***w me, and he's not even gone five minutes, and I'm down on my
hands and knees on the kitchen floor, giving myself to the dog!"

   Giving herself, she thought.  "No," she shivered, "he's TAKING me,"
shuddering, she came, and came again, as Samson pushed into her, filling
her...

   It was sooo wrong.  She came again at the thought.  But sooo right!

   Jun 23 2007, 06:10 AM

   Lisa's head slowly cleared.  She was still on the floor, face down
against the kitchen tile, with Samson's weight holding her down.  She felt
him filling her, pulsing...  each pulse pumping more scalding hot c*m into
her.  She shivered with the awareness of it.  Trying to move, she couldn't.
Samson was firmly anchored in her and had his front paws wrapped tightly
around her.  He was too big and heavy anyway.  She was totally in his
control.

   She shuddered to another orgasm.  She felt his claws digging into her
sides.  "He's leaving more marks...  more evidence..." That put her over
the edge again.  The audacity, the taboo sexiness, the wanton abandon, the
edgy awareness of how hard it would be to keep this secret, especially from
Jonathan, Lisa squirmed with the exciting mix of emotions flooding her.

   Finally, she felt Samson slipping out of her, releasing her.  He slid
off her back.  She felt his fur against her, leaving her...  Part of her
wanted it to continue.  Wanted more...

   Just then, the phone rang!  Startled out of her reverie, Lisa jumped up
and answered it, still out of breath.

   "Lisa, are you ready?  I'll be there in ten minutes..." it was Sharon.
"Ten minutes," Lisa answered, her head still fogged in from Samson's
command performance.

   "You didn't forget, did you?" Sharon laughed, "It's that big sale at
Sak's.  We have to get there right when it opens.  The place will be
mobbed. Meet me downstairs in...  now its nine minutes...  Hurry up girl!"

   Lisa, now in a frenzy of activity, ran to her bedroom and threw on a
sundress and panties, a pair of sandals, and got ready to run downstairs.
Half-way out the door, she blushed bright red, as she felt a sudden moist
rush between her legs.  Samson!  She was full of Samson!  How mortifyingly
embarrassing.

   No time to clean up.  She ran back to the bathroom, thinking quickly,
she threw on a pad ("that'll catch most of it") and ran out the door. 
Sharon was waiting for her.

   "Did I catch you and Jonathan in the middle of a morning quickie?" she
laughed.

   "Why do you ask?" Lisa stammered.

   "Well," Sharon laughed.  "I know he was gone for over two weeks and just
got back last night.  And I know you...  And, just look at you.  Sexy
sundress, no bra, and you've got that healthy, just-f**ked look all over
your face..."

   Lisa blushed down to her toes, ("is it that obvious?" she thought).  She
decided to tough it out, "I'll never tell, girl.  Just drive!"

   Sharon smirked, sure she had it right, and headed for the mall.  Lisa
fidgeted in her seat, acutely aware of her just-f**ked status, feeling the
scratches on her hips and the moist throbbing between her legs.  Her
nipples tightened, just thinking about it...  ("hard to keep this a
secret," she thought, with a tight knot of concern in her stomach...or was
it excitement?

   The mall was quite an experience for Lisa.  Not only was she bouncing
around the mall in a short sundress, with no bra...  (it felt like every
guy in the place was checking her out), but Sharon kept teasing her about
her morning quickie with Jonathan ("If she only knew the truth!").

   Sharon would not let up on her, dragging her into one slutwear store
after another, insisting on making her try on each sleazy, sexy outfit. 
She was still tingling from the incredible string orgasm's Samson had
pounded into her, and parading in next to nothing was bringing her back to
a highly aroused state.

   Lisa was embarrassingly conscious of the fact that she was full of
Samson's sperm and it kept trying to leak out of her.  It was a constant
reminder of what she had done (and would soon do again!).

   She was also quite aware of the more obvious marks Samson had left on
her hips and sides...  those claws were sharp!

   Sharon commented once in the dressing room...  Lisa turned bright red
("I'm going to die right here if she figures it out!"), and stammered
something about rose bushes and gardening.

   In any event, Lisa finally left the mall, with about ten new, sexy
outfits that Sharon insisted she buy, but with her secret intact (She
hoped!).

   By the time she got home home, she was so wired up, she went straight to
her bedroom, to get some quick relief.  At least she got part-way to her
bedroom.  Samson was immediately behind her, insistently jumping up at her
and trying to get his nose under her dress.

   Lisa was tempted...  she was feeling so horny from her morning out ("On
display!" she thought).  But instead, she said sharply, "Down Samson!  You
can't just jump me every time I come in the house.  What if I had my
girlfriends with me?  What if Jonathan was around?"

   Lisa bit her lip.  What if, indeed.  How was she going to keep her
secret when Samson was such an...  enthusiastic participant?

   She turned to walk into her bedroom.  Samson tackled her, pushing her to
the floor.  Giggling, she turned around, wrestling with him and delighting
in his pushy desire for her.  "No," she teased, tapping him on the nose. 
He growled, and pushed against her.  She could feel his hardness against
her bare leg.

   Against her better judgment, Lisa felt herself pushing back.  The
excitement was overwhelming.  Samson's animal desire for her was sooo sexy.
He wanted her and was intent on having her.  Something deep and basic
welled up inside her, and she found herself again on her knees, ripping off
her sodden panties and offering herself up to him.

   It was so...  animalistic.  She shuddered as he crawled onto her back,
his fur rubbing against her bare rear, which she willing thrust back to
meet him.  "I'm letting him have me...  again," she sighed.  It was so...
submissive.  The animal demanded...  and she responded.  Lisa gasped as she
felt the hard, pointy tip find her ready opening...again.

   She shook, as he entered her and thrust into her.  "This is out of
control," she thought, as she began to shake with another hammering orgasm,
"I'll never be able to keep Jonathan from finding out...  he'll never
forgive me," she sobbed as she came again.

   Samson growled and began to come in her, claiming his prize.

   Jul 10 2007, 06:42 AM

   The rest of the afternoon was like a blur.  Lisa had basically just
gotten herself cleaned up and was getting the place straightened up, when
Samson came nosing around her again!

   She was just wearing a little shift, and hadn't bothered to put on
panties ("they would just get soaked from the...  leakage," she had told
herself).  Lisa was conscious of her 'exposed' state as she moved around
living room and kitchen.  It was very erotic, knowing that her canine lover
was right there, and that she was dressed, but still so...  available.  She
felt a low edge of horny readiness, which would not quite subside.

   So when Samson came up behind he, her first reaction was an almost
involuntary parting of her legs, ("I'm giving him access," she thought with
a start, "I can't do that when Jonathan's around, I've got to stop doing
that!").

   She pushed him away, giggling, "No, boy, what do you think I am, a sex
machine?"

   Samson persisted, knowing she would give in to him, she always did,
didn't she?

   Lisa continued to dance away from him, playfully closing her legs. 
Samson got more excited, and more agitated.  Finally, he had had enough of
the game, and managed to get behind her.  Using his full weight, he pushed
her to the floor.

   Lisa, surprised, struggled to her knees, and felt Samson's full weight
pressing on her back!  "Whoa, Samson, " she exclaimed, "You can't just jump
on me whenever you want..."

   Her words were silenced as he found the mark and pushed into her. 
Lisa's indignant protests gave way to squeals of pleasure.

   Afterwards, Lisa tried to pretend to herself that it was just a normal
day.  Jonathan would be home soon and she needed to fix dinner.  But inside
her head, she was a whirl of emotions.

   "This is really getting out of control," she thought to herself.  "It's
so sexy...  it's like I'm hooked..." she smiled at that, it really did feel
sooo goood!

   "But I can't keep doing this," she whimpered to herself, "It's not fair
to Jonathan," she paused, "and the way its going, he's sure to find out. 
Samson is so, so ...  virile.  He wants me all the time.  " She squeezed
her legs together at that thought, and winced, "Oooh, a little sore there.
That last time, wow!" She did feel sore, but also...  warm.

   "And he's getting so obvious about it," she thought, "Samsom just thinks
he can have me whenever he wants," she actually felt herself moistening at
the thought, "Dammit, " she thought, " it is exciting to have him right
here with me all the time...  its addicting."

   Lisa stopped and looked at the clock, "It's five o'clock already.  I
have to start dinner."

   She rushed into the kitchen and busied herself with the mundane chores
of preparing dinner.  It was a welcome distraction from her confused
thoughts.

   By 5:30, everything was in good shape.  Jonathan usually got home by 6,
("when he's in town," Lisa thought.), sometimes even earlier.

   She was looking into the refrigerator, when she felt a now-familiar
nudge on her leg.

   "Samson, I'm busy right now.  And Jonathan will be home soon.  GO away!"
She said firmly.

   Samsom nudge her again, more insistently.  "Samson, I said NO!" Lisa
looked at him and saw his unmissable erection poking out.  "I can't believe
you want to do it again.  So soon." It was really unbelievable.

   "I can't Samson, and besides, I'm too sore..."

   Samsom pushed against her, harder.  He wasn't taking no for an answer.
Lisa was concerned, but also felt herself wavering.  "Maybe if I just jerk
him off, he'll calm down for a while," she reasoned and found herself
reaching for his erection.

   Soon she was down on her knees, pumping enthusiastically, as his
erection grew.  The excitement of it was more than Lisa expected, watching
it grow in her hand, feeling his arousal growing.

   It also was a turnon in a perverse way, as Lisa found herself again
catering to Samson's sexual demands.  It was sexy to her that she was 'out
of control' and he was 'in control'.  she licked her lips, which were
suddenly dry.

   She felt Samson start to spurt, and panicked "He's going to get come all
over the kitchen!"

   Without further thought, she did the only thing she could think of, she
clamped her lips over his erection, and swallowing as fast as she could,
drank it all down.

   "It's hot," she thought, "and there's so much," but somehow she managed
to get it all down.

   Jul 26 2007, 06:01 AM

   Lisa was just "finishing up" with Samson when she heard a sound at the
door...

   Total panic!  It was the sound of keys jingling..."Jonathon," she
squealed, "oh my god, Jonathan's home!"

   She jumped up, quickly smoothing her hair, straightening her dress,
swallowing that last big spurt of come ("Dog Come" she thought to herself,
shuddering).

   Jonathan flung the door open and walked into the apartment, smiling
broadly,

   Miss me?" he asked, walking over to Lisa.  He swept her up in his arms
and pulled her close to kiss her.

   Lisa suddenly stiffened up, "Dog Come" was all she could think, "My
mouth...  full of Dog Come...  DOG Come...  he'll smell it on by breath!"
her face suddenly was burning with shame,

   "I can't let him kiss me...  he'll find out...  he'll know...  oh god, I
can't let him kiss me!" she pulled away.  She was flushed, ("I can't let my
own husband kiss me...  this is so, so wrong...").

   Jonathan persisted, Lisa turned her face away.

   "What's wrong?" Jonathan looked a little hurt.

   "It's...  nothing, " Lisa mumbled, "I just have been so busy, I feel
like I forgot to brush my teeth and ..."

   "I don't care about that," Jonathan smiled expansively, "I just missed
you so much," and without further ado, he pulled her to him and kissed her
hard.

   Lisa stopped resisting, and felt his tongue slide into her mouth.

   Suddenly, her shame and hesistancy were overwhelmed by a completely
different sensation...  pure lust!

   It was suddenly totally erotic.  Here she was, with her mouth ("and
belly" she thought) filled with Samson's come, and more ("lots more" she
smiled with an evil, lustful smile, "lots, lots more") still dripping out
of her recently and fully filled c**t.

   She pressed against Jonathan, ("and he has no idea what I've been up
to...  what I've done...  what I've let Samson do...")

   It was suddenly wildly arousing.  She started kissing him back, ("can he
taste it?" she thought wantonly), pulling him into the bedroom.

   She had to feel him sliding into her dog-soaked c**t, f**king her like
the bitch she had become.

   She pulled him onto her and into her...("he has no idea..." she thought,
as she felt how wet she was...  "no idea").

   Lisa flashed back to earlier, Samson on her back, making her give in to
him...  taking her...

   She clawed at Jonathan, wildly, like an animal (" like an amimal..." she
thought),

   and she came, and came, and came...

   Sep 1 2007, 06:12 AM

   Jonathan lay awake, while Lisa dozed next to him.  Despite her
incredible sexual performance with him (the best since he had come home, he
thought), Jonathan could tell something wasn't right.

   He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but somehow, she was just too
wet and ready for him tonight.  Was it possible?  Was there someone else?

   Now as he thought about it, there was an unfamiliar taste when she
kissed him?

   Jonathan tossed and turned and awakened early, determined to get to the
bottom of it.

   Sliding out of bed, he quietly went into the living room and got out his
video camera.  It was a newish model and very compact.  Concealing it on
the bookcase, it had a good command of the entranceway, the kitchen and the
livingroom.  He put it on slow mode; the tape would last for four hours
that way.

   He then slipped back into bed, and slowly woke Lisa up, kissing and
rubbing her until she started to respond, then abruptly got out of bed.

   "I've got an early meeting, honey, I'll see you tonight." he announced,
knowing that he was deliberately leaving her unsatisfied.  If anything was
going on, this was sure to spur her on, he thought to himself.

   He showered and dressed quickly and was soon out the door.

   Lisa lay in bed for a few minutes to ensure Jonathan had really gone,
she was breathing heavily from Jonathan's wake-up efforts.  She thought
about last night...  it was so wild to think about it...

   She had been kissing her husband, with her mouth still coated with
Samson's sperm!!!  she shuddered at the thought.  It was so wrong, so
perverse, so deliciously, dangerously secret.

   And she was still full of Samson's come too, as her husband, her
Husband!, had slid into her, slid in so easily, his c**k sliding on a thick
layer of Samson's sperm!  Lisa almost came thinking about it...

   She could restrain herself no longer.  Lisa got out of bed, throwing
only a thin t-shirt on, and walked out of the bedroom.

   She was not disappointed.  Samson was right outside the door, tail
wagging.

   He barked insistently.  Te dog knew what to expect and was ready.  Lisa
looked down at him...  Oh Yes, he was ready...  she saw his pink rod
already poking out and blushed at her eager response.

   Samson barked again.  "all right, all right," she giggled.  She was
ready too, craving him.

   She wanted to feel his weight on her.  Lisa got down on her hands and
knees and presented herself ("I'm 'presenting' to him, she thought, "that's
so obscene").

   She shook as she felt his weight on her back, as he crawled on top of
her, she felt herself throbbing with expectant excitement...  ("I couldn't
stop him if I wanted to," she thought, aroused by her own submission)...

   ("But I don't want him to stop...  I want him in me, now!") Lisa shook
as Samson found his mark with practiced ease.

   Lisa came, hard, as Samson pushed into her, completely unaware that her
activities were all being captured on Jonathan's little camera...

   Dec 12 2007, 08:25 AM

   Jonathan had no little trepidation when he cued up the recording from
his secret camera.  Lisa was already asleep.  They had had another round of
great sex...  she was like a wild animal the way she clawed at him when she
came.  It was great, but Jonathan knew something wasn't right.  He tiptoed
out of bed into the livingroom and took out his secret video, popping it
into a portable player he had bought.

   Did he really want to know?  He paused over the delete button, almost
pushed it, and then, with emphasis, hit play.

   For a while, nothing, then...  well it sure wasn't nothing.

   Jonathan couldn't believe his eyes.  He watched in slack-jawed amazement
as his lovely wife got down on the floor and raised her cute little butt in
the air, inviting, no enticing, practically demanding attention.

   And Samson...  a dog.  A DOG!  Crawling on top of his wife.  HIS wife.
His WIFE!!

   And sliding into her, taking her, while she squirmed in obvious,
helpless delight...  for what seemed like a very long time.

   He watched in astonishment, as an hour later she let it happen again.

   And again in the afternoon.  The animal was a sex machine.  And so was
Lisa.

   Jonathan was completely floored.  And...  strangely, really turned-on.

   There was something completely, wantonly erotic about his beautiful,
sexy wife giving her most intimate sexual favors to an animal...  and
obviously liking it.  She let him have her over and over again.

   But what to do about it.  If he confronted her, who knows how she would
react.

   Besides, there was something very sexy about knowing Lisa's forbidden
secret.

   Jonathan decided he would play dumb for a while and tease her along.

   The next night, he arranged to surprise her by coming home earlier than
usual.

   Lisa was flustered and flushed.  She moved about the apartment, trying
to pretend nothing was going on...  Samson was sprawled out in the corner
looking, well...  satisfied.

   Lisa was wearing a short dress he hadn't seen before.  Jonathan pulled
her to him.  She tried at first to push him away, "Stop, Jonathan, I have
things to do," she said.

   "But you look so sexy tonight," he said, chuckling to himself.  Jonathan
was almost certain he had surprised her just as Samson was finishing
f**king her.

   Sure enough, Lisa blushed bright red, "No I don't," she said.  Jonathan
was determined to tease her.

   "I think you've been waiting all day for me to come home and f**k you,"
he said, "Commere...  " he pulled her over and started to run a hand up her
leg under her short dress...

   Lisa stiffened like she'd been shot.  "Get away from me, you horny guy,"
she squealed and tried to pull away.

   Lisa was starting to panic.  Jonathan had surprised her...  she'd just
been able to pull Samson out of her and jump up when Jonathan walked
through the door.  She was soaked down there from Samson and she could feel
it starting to slide down her thighs!!  She had to run to the bathroom and
clean herself up, or Jonathan would know for sure that something had been
going on.

   "Let me go to the bathroom first, at least, " she tried to sound giggly,
but she was too scared to pull it off.

   Jonathan knew exactly what she was thinking, and was determined to play
her along a little more.

   "No, I want a little feel right now," he pulled her close again and slid
his hand all the way up..."WOW," he exclaimed in an exaggerated tone, "No
panties...  you never do that, you must really have been waiting for me."

   Lisa was now beside herself...  "oh god, he's going to find out, I'll
never be able to hide it...  I'm an absolute mess down there..."

   Jonathan played it out further, "My god!" he exclaimed, "I've never felt
you so wet before...  you are one hot b*tch!"

   Lisa looked at him, wide-eyed, "Did he just say 'b*tch'?" She looked at
him, and started to cry.

   Soon, the whole story poured out of her, along with about a gallon of
Samson's sperm...

   Jonathan listened patiently, growing harder and more excited with each
turn of the story.

   "I guess I shouldn't have left you alone for such a long time..." he
murmured as he pushed her onto her back and slid into her.

   "So you're not mad?" she asked.  "Let's talk about it later," he said.
"Right now, I'm busy f*cking my wife."

   And that's just what he did.

   Jan 31 2008, 07:54 AM

   About an hour later, Lisa was laying comfortably in Jonathan's arms. 
She felt calm, calmer than she had felt in weeks.  Her horrible, shameful,
deliciously disturbing secret was out...  and Jonathan still wanted her!!!
The fears she hadn't even dared to think about, well, she felt like she
could relax again.  Really relax...

   At that very second, she heard it...  an unmistakeable scratching sound,
like claws raking against the bedroom door.  Samson!!!

   Lisa froze, all of her calm relaxation banished instantly.  Samson!!

   The scratching continued.  Soon she heard a low, moaning sound... 
Samson!!!

   He wanted in.  She smiled at that...  Samson wanted in all right.  He
wanted into Lisa!

   She glanced guiltily over at Jonathan, who was sound asleep.

   In spite of herself, Lisa felt herself stirring.  She was immediately
ashamed.  "You just finished f**king your husband, and you're ready to just
jump out of bed and lay down for...  for...  for a dog!!" she finished her
thought, and realized that she was already fully aroused and ready.  She
felt her excitement growing, "you b*tch!" she thought, "you're practically
panting!"

   With a last guilty glance at Jonathan, she pulled back the covers and
got out of bed.  Samson was still scratching and whining at the door.

   Lisa tiptoed to the bedroom door, completely naked.  She looked down at
herself, "look at you, totally stripped and ready to give yourself to
the...to the..." she stumbled over the thought,

   "to the dog" she thought emphatically, as she opened the door.

   As Lisa tried to slip through the door into the other room, Samsom
pushed his way into the bedroom, "He's so strong," Lisa thought, as Samson
pushed his way toward her.

   Lisa reached out to grab his collar, and Samson jumped up on her,
pushing her to the floor, the Bedroom floor!!!

   "Oh god," Lisa groaned, "he's going to take me right on the floor next
to my husband...  and I don't think I can stop him!"

   She felt his strength pushing against her.  It was wildly exciting, the
thought that Samson was forcing his way onto her (INTO her!!!) right in
front of her sleeping husband.

   "No Samson," she whispered urgently, "not here!!"

   But Samson was not in the mood to be denied.  Lisa tried in vain to push
him away, but the more she struggled, the hotter and wetter she felt. 
Samson kept pushing closer and closer to her..."No Samson" she moaned,
knowing it was inevitable...

   Just then she heard,

   "Let him." Just two words.  Lisa looked wildly over at the bed. 
Jonathan's eyes were now wide open and staring intently at Samson's erect
member pulsating between Lisa's sprawling legs, his hips hunching as he
struggled to push into her.

   "Let him," Jonathan repeated, "I want to see him take you..."

   Lisa eyes widened, as she digested the implications, and she surrendered
herself to Samson's insistent thrusts, moaning as he slid into her.

   When it was over ("Oh god," Lisa sighed, "that was so incredibly hot"),
Lisa glanced over at the clock...forty minutes had gone by!!  ("I can't
believe Samson was in me ...  for 40 minutes...  and Jonathan was watching
the whole time!!).

   She felt a jolt of guilty pleasure.  So wrong...  but WOW, so extra
hot!!!

   Samson lay down in the corner of the bedroom.  Lisa hesitently rose from
the floor and slipped back into bed, Jonathan's intent stare following her
every move.

   "Do you hate me?" she whispered?

   Jonathan looked at her thoughtfully, and, taking her hand, guided it to
his rock-hard erection.

   "Does it look like I hate you?" he grunted?

   And pulled her toward him.

   In a few minutes ("that was quick," she couldn't help thinking), they
were laying side by side.  Silent.

   The minutes ticked by.  Finally Lisa couldn't take it anymore.  "Aren't
we going to talk about it?" she blurted out.

   Jonathan regarded her with a steady gaze.  "Sure," he started, "what do
you want to talk about?"

   Lisa blushed bright red, "you know...the um, well...  Samson."

   "Oh...  Samson," Jonathan dragged the name out teasingly.

   "Well, I can see that this 'thing' of yours isn't just going to go away,
so as I see it, we...you...we have two options."

   "We can get rid of Samson..." he paused.  "No," Lisa exclaimed, the word
dying on her lips as she saw Jonathan's expression,

   "Or...  you can follow my rules from now on."

   "What rules?" Lisa asked with trepidation.

   "I've been thinking about this a lot," Jonathan started, "and I think
its really exciting that you let Samson do these...these things to you..."

   "So...  I want you to let him do you more." "Really," Lisa exclaimed.

   "Yes," Jonathan continued, "in fact, I want you to let him have you
whenever he wants to." Lisa started at this.

   "No, I mean it.  ANY time.  If he comes up to you, day, night,
afternoon, whenever, you stop what you're doing and get down on the floor
for him."

   "You can't be serious," Lisa protested, "What if I have an appointment?
What if I have people over..."

   "I do mean any time.  You started this, now you have to deal with it. 
Samson already seems pretty used to getting his way with you.  I just want
you to take it to the next level."

   "For starters, I want you to stop wearing pants or panties around the
house.  If he wants to start nosing you down there, you open up and let
him."

   Lisa blushed at the blunt, frank tone.

   "And I want you to say the words NO, and STOP, every time he f**ks you,
so he hears those words as he takes you..."

   "But then, but..." Lisa stuttered.

   "That's right," Jonathan said, "You won't be able to control him.  When
he wants sex, you give it to him.  If you're not in the mood, you let him.
If its not convenient, you let him.  If it makes you really, really late
for something, you let him.  If its really, really not a good time, you let
him.  If he wants you six times a day ("oh god, is that possible," Lisa
gasped), YOU LET HIM!!!"

   "And every time, I want you to struggle a little, just like you did
tonight, put up a little fight, push him away, tell him NO, tell him STOP,
he'll get the idea soon enough."

   "What idea," Lisa said, dubiously,

   "That it doesn't matter what you say, that its his right to f**k you
whether you want to or not."

   Against her better judgment, Lisa's heart was racing.  It had been
exciting to feel like Samson was on her, pushing her, FORCING her, right in
front of her sleeping husband, even though she wanted him to stop....  "But
all the time!" the thought was exciting but scary.  VERY scary.

   "I don't think I can do it," she said finally.  "Sure you can, "
Jonathan said soothingly, "you're already doing it.  I've been watching you
with a little hidden camera."

   Lisa gave him a mortified look.  "You've been spying on me?"

   "Well, you've been acting pretty strangely the last few weeks," Jonathan
said, "So yes I have.  And think about it, in all the time since you
started, have you ever turned him down?  Said NO and meant it?"

   Lisa thought about it.  Every single time Samson had approached her she
had ended up giving in to him.  And every time, she had at least two
mind-blowing orgasms.

   "I thought so," said Jonathan, "this is just the next step."

   "Well, are there any other 'rules' in your warped imagination?" she
asked.

   "I'm just getting started," Jonathan said, and laughed.  A hearty laugh,
and edgy laugh.  Lisa lookd at him with a mixture of dread and excitement.

   Jonathan looked at her hungrily, "Now come over here, you sexy bitch,
you," he smiled reaching for her.

   Lisa squirmed away, "Not now," she said, a little shyly, "I'm a little
sore from Samson...  he really pounded me."

   "Good," said Jonathan, "you can practice."

   "What do you mean," Lisa asked warily.

   "You can practice saying 'No', " he said, reaching for her more
insistently.

   "Stop it Jonathan, I mean it," she squealed, at least half meaning it.

   Jonathan slid on top of her, "That's right, my little bitch, tell me to
stop, tell me 'No', while I slide into you...  just like you will when
Samson wants you again."

   Lisa's heart was pounding.  Jonathan never talked to her like this. 
Never treated her like this...  like a ...  bitch -- it was more than a
little scary, but somehow...  sexy.

   "No!" she said, trying to escape.  "Stop." In her mind, she imagined
Samson climbing on her like this, demandingly, insistently.  It was a hot,
sexy thought.

   She felt her excitement building.  She tried to squirm away, tried to
avoid the penetration, knowing it was hopeless.

   "No Jonathan," she pleaded, in her mind she was pleading with Samson,
not again, not now.  She felt him enter her.  She felt her body surrender
to the sensation, pushing back.  In her mind's eye, she saw herself
surrendering to Samson, letting him have her...  whenever he wanted.  A
shiver shook her, as she felt her orgasm coming...  hard.

   "No," she murmered...  practicing.

   Just as Jonathan was finishing, Lisa felt a sudden bounce of the bed.

   Samson!

   "Get off the bed Samson," she said sternly.

   "Bad news honey," said Jonathan, "I think you were making too much noise
just then and you got him all stirred up again."

   Samson barked insistently.  "Shh!" Lisa implored, "you'll wake the
neighbors..."

   "I don't think that's going to shut him up, honey," Jonathan smiled,
with an evil edge,

   Lisa knew he was right, she could feel Samson's firmness pressing
against her leg...

   "But I just had him an hour ago..." she protested.

   "Well, you're about to have him again," Jonathan observed, "I think your
little performance with me just now was a little too exciting for him... 
he has very good hearing.  And I'm sure he can smell you very keenly as
well...

   Now stop stalling."

   "I can't, Jonathan, please don't make me."

   "I'm not going to make you...  Samson is." Jonathan reached for his
collar, pulling him forward.

   "No, Jonathan, not in our bed!  There have to be some boundaries!!"

   She felt Samson's weight pressing her down on the bed, our MARITAL BED,
she thought, with shame,

   "No Samson, Don't!" she wailed with some urgency, but to no avail.  It
just seemed to spur him on.  "NO, Samson," she cried as she felt him
pushing against her.

   "No," she whispered, as he slid into her, "No," she breathed, as she
felt him filling her, "No," she cried out, as she came.

   Feb 22 2008, 04:01 AM

   The next morning, Lisa was up at 6:30.  Jonathan looked over at her. 
"You're up early!  I thought you'd be worn out." Lisa blushed at his
obvious reference to last nights 'activities'.  But she ignored him.  She
was in a rush.

   She had an early appointment to have her hair done.  Eight am was the
only time Francois could squeeze her in, and she couldn't be late. 
Francois was a stickler for punctuality.  If she missed her appointment,
she might not get another one for a month!!

   Lisa was looking forward to a little normality.  A nice cut and color
was just what she needed to feel good about herself.  She tried to push the
last evening's events out of her mind.  Not that she hadn't enjoyed it...
but it all seemed a little...  wrong.

   She got herself dressed, in a nice skirt and blouse, and full make-up.
She couldn't show up at Francois' looking anything less than her best!

   Jonathan was well-acquainted with this ritual and looked on in amusement
while he got ready for work.

   "How about some breakfast" he asked.  "You must have worked up an
appetite last night..."

   "No time," she called over her shoulder, breezing out of the bedroom,
"I'll be late."

   As she headed for the door, she pulled up short.  Samson was there,
blocking her way to the door.  He wagged his tail and licked his lips,
staring at her.

   She tried to brush past him.  Samson barked sharply, his nose level with
her crotch.

   "No Samson, I'm late," Lisa said, pushing past him.

   Samson's weight caught her right behind the knees, and Lisa found
herself on the floor, on her hands and knees.  Samson immediately pushed
his nose under her short skirt.

   "No Samsom!" she said forcefully, "I don't have time for this!"

   Samson thrust his snout forcefully into her crotch.  Lisa struggled to
get up, "Get off me Samson, I mean it!"

   Samson's weight accross the back of her legs forced her back to the
ground.

   Her heart was pounding.  Samsom wasn't going to take No for an answer!
She felt his mouth pressing against her crotch again and felt his teeth
close on her panties, pulling!

   "No Samson," she said again, "Those are brand-new panties..." she heard
a ripping sound as he pulled her sexy little thong panties away.

   "If I were you, I'd let him have what he wants," she looked up to see
Jonathan wathching with a hungry look on his face.  "If you don't you'll
never get out of here."

   "But I can't be late!  Francois will freeze me out for a month..." she
started to tear up.  This wasn't fair.

   Samson gave a few wet licks, but Lisa's pleasure wasn't really on his
mind.

   She felt his weight on her back, climbing onto her.  She felt his fur
against her legs.  She shivered...  Samson was determined to have her, to
take her, like his...  bitch.

   As she formed the thought, she felt him entering her, clasping her with
his forelegs.

   "Samson, you'll ruin my skirt," Lisa fretted.

   Jonathan laughed, "Samson is raping you in your own livingroom, and
you're worrying about your skirt."

   Lisa hung her head, it was true.  She felt herself responding as Samson
pushed into her.

   "If you hurry up, you can still make your appointment," Jonathan
snickered, "But I wouldn't let him tie...  you could be here for an hour!"

   Lisa's heart sank at that thought.  Jonathan was right.  She felt Samson
start to pump his hot come into her.  Lisa squeezed hard, trying to keep
Samson's knot from driving into her...  She succeeded, just barely.

   She felt Samson's come boiling into her, and pushing out the sides.  She
felt it dripping out of her.  She reached down, trying to keep the copious
fluids from fouling her skirt.

   Jonathan watched her tugging at her skirt.

   "Honey, its 7:30, you can still make it if you leave now."

   Lisa felt Samson's spurts slowing.  She started to pull away, and felt
his last spurts spray all over her legs and the inside of her skirt!

   She slid out from under him.  Samson allowed her to disengage.

   Lisa stood up, pulling her skirt down around her hips.  She could feel
the moist stickiness on her legs and skirt.  "I have to go clean up and
change," she said.

   "No time, Dear," Jonathan smirked, "It's now or never."

   Lisa thought for a minute, blanched, and decided to take her chances. 
She grabbed her purse and fled out the door.

   As she drove through traffic, pushing to make her appointment, she felt
how wet and sticky she was between her legs.  She felt it dripping out of
her, puddling in her seat.  "I sure hope the wet spot won't show on my
skirt," she found herself thinging, feeling her face burn red with the
thought.

   She pulled into a parking spot and rushed into Francois' salon, acutely
conscious of the burning ache inside her and the unmistakeable evidence of
her perverse activities seeping out of her as she hurried inside.  Her
cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and something else...  she was
finding this whole experience strangely arousing.

   Apr 7 2008, 06:47 AM

   Lisa arrived at Chez Francois, breathless and only five minutes late.

   Francois looked at her with disdain and gestured at an empty chair in
the waiting area.  Just to make a point, he kept her waiting for twenty
minutes.

   Lisa sat in the chair, nervously aware of her 'moist' state...  she was
still throbbing from her encounter with Samson.  Just thinking about it
left her breathless...  in fact she felt her nipples stiffen through her
thin blouse at the thought.  It was so wrong, so forbidden, so reckless,
and now so out of control, she could hardly believe she was letting it all
happen.  Lisa self-consciously crossed her legs, feeling Samson's copious
deposit sloshing between her legs.  She looked around nervously...  it
seemed so ...  obvious...  like anyone could look at her and know.  She
felt like there was a big neon sign over her head, flashing "Dog-f**ker!!!"

   Francois finally gestured to his rinse assistant to get started.  He
motioned at Lisa to move to the sink.  The rinse assistant wrinkled his
nose, with more than the usual haughtiness and sniffed the air.

   ("Oh god, " Lisa thought, "he can smell the scent on me...  the sex
smell." She felt her face burning at the thought, turning crimson.)

   Pretending to a calm that she didn't feel, she moved over to Francois'
chair.

   Francois regarded her thoughtfully.  He knew the signs.  Years of
catering to thousands of attractive, demanding and insecure women had
taught him to read them like a book ("More like a porn novel," he chuckled
to himself.) Lisa had a new lover.  In fact, she had probably rushed over
from a hurried assignation.  Her flush of arousal was unmistakeable!

   Whenever he found one like Lisa , in the first flush of new love ( or
new lust), Francois liked to play with them.

   "So Lisa," Francois murmured, "You seems like you're having a busy
morning."

   Lisa jerked her head to stare at him.  Could he suspect something?

   "I know, I'm never late like this.  It won't happen again." She felt her
face reddening further.

   Francois smiled, there is definitely something going on with this one.
He looked her up and down.  Lisa squirmed uncomfortably under his gaze. 
She was all too aware of the oozing wet mess between her legs and on the
back of her skirt.  And she just couldn't get her nipples to stop poking
through the front of her blouse.  And Francois could see it, too. 
Mortifying.  She felt her face burning under his frank appraisal.

   He also noticed something else.  "Here, dear, let me brush you off,
you're covered with dog hair." He gave Lisa's skirt a quick brush, "you
really need to train your dog not to jump on you!" he scolded.

   Lisa caught her breath and held it, filled with embarrassed
acknowledgement.  The dog kept jumping on her, and she couldn't do a thing
to stop it.  She felt her breath quickening, against her volition, as she
remembered Samson 'jumping on her', forcing her down...  pushing into her.
The flash-back was shockingly arousing, right there in the chair, with
Francois right at her side.

   Francois was unusually attentive that day.  Was it her imagination, or
did he keep stroking her neck a little more than usual?  The first time he
brushed his hand accross her erect nipple through the cloth while smoothing
out the thin covering cloak, she thought it was inadvertent.  By the third
time, she knew it was no accident...  Francois was taking small but
unmistakeable liberties with her.

   The thought was surprisingly arousing.  ("Maybe its just that I'm in a
totally hot state today," she thought, as she squirmed in the chair, trying
to keep her breathing at a normal rate.)

   By the time the session was over, Lisa was ready for action.

   Francois acted as remote as ever, and she left the studio wondering if
it was all in her imagination.  But what an imagination.  She could hardly
think as she got back in her car.

   Even though she had a busy day and many other errands, the car
practically steered itself back to her home.  Without a real conscious
decision, she found herself turning the key and walking through the door.

   Samson greeted her with a hungy look and was instantly up close to her,
pushing into her personal space.  This time, Lisa didn't even hesitate. 
She was on the floor, pushing her butt in the air.  ("Presenting," she
quailed at the thought, "I'm presenting...  like a bitch in heat...").  In
her mind's eye, she saw herself, offering herself up on demand to Samson,
giving him access to her most personal, intimate spaces.

   She felt his weight as he climbed onto her, pressing against her,
forcing his way into her.  She felt herself pushing back, hungrily,
welcoming his thrusts, hoping for them.  She felt him clenching her
possessively, controlling her, taking her...

   Lisa choked as the strength of her orgasm overwhelmed her, and she came
and came and came.

   Lisa felt the incredible wave of orgasms subside and her head began to
clear.

   ("I'm like a lust machine," she thought to herself, "Like I don't have a
hundred things to do today," she thought, glancing at her watch.)

   Without thinking about it, she started to get up, or at least tried
to...She was totally tied to Samson and he wasn't going anywhere.  She
tried again...  this time, Samson growled, a low-throated, somewhat
menacing sound.

   The realization dawned on her...  she wasn't going anywhere until Samson
was good and ready.  Not only was she stuck to his c**k, which was a wild
and kinky feeling, but she was pinned down by his weight, almost a hundred
pounds of muscle!  And, he was gripping her tightly with his front paws...

   It was an uncomfortable feeling, yet wildly sexy at the same time.  She
felt so...  controlled.  There was a large beast on top of her, filling
her, using her, and she couldn't do a thing about it...it was
uncontrollably sexy, but also disturbing...  she started getting panicky
thoughts and started moving her hips in various ways, trying to dislodge
him.

   She was rewarded with another growl, and the sharp feeling of Samson's
teeth closing around the back of her neck, reminding her who was in
charge...

   and it wasn't Lisa!

   She heard the phone ringing, and she knew she couldn't get up to answer
it.  She was in Samson's total control.

   Lisa felt herself lubricating all over again, her excitement growing,
even as her panicky need to get back in control grew as well.

   She felt Samson's hot, hot, hot come starting to fill her.  Her mind
filled with bizarre and disturbing thoughts.  Samson was filling her with
his sperm...  (god, it felt like gallons of the stuff!), he was mating with
her, trying to impregnate her...knock her up !  (oh god, Lisa moaned, what
if that were possible?  )

   In her feverish mind, Lisa imagined it was possible, that Samson was on
her, forcing himself into her, making her pregnant, forcing her to bear his
offspring...this wild thought made her crazy.  She began flinging her hips
from side to side, trying to get it out of her, trying to escape her
imagined fate.

   But she was well and truly tied, and all this activitydid was remind
her, in the most physical way possible, that Samson had her and was going
to have his way with her until he was quite satisfied.

   "No," she moaned, "stop, you're knocking me up...  the whole world will
know...  oh god stop," she pleaded.  Every word inflamed her more, as she
felt Samson filling her with his come...

   "No," she begged, as she came again, shaking uncontrollably, as Samson
gripped her, holding her, controlling her, making her come, again and
again.

   Eventually Samson finished with her and slid off her back.

   Lisa was still shaking afterwards.  As she felt Samson's copious male
fluids dripping out of her again, she was feeling very confused.

   It was like a drug.  The more she let Samson have his way with her, the
better it felt and the more she craved him.  But Lisa couldn't ignore a
very disturbing fact...  that slowly but surely she was losing control. 
Samson had made it very clear this time that someone was in charge of the
sex and it wasn't her!!

   Lisa shivered at the thought.  But she couldn't pretend otherwise.  Yes,
she had come home, totally hot, bothered and ready.  But Samson had taken
over and was going to have her whether she had wanted to or not. 
Jonathan's little role-playing games had been all too effective and Samson
no longer cared what she said or did.  If he wanted sex, he was going to
have her.

   But she couldn't pretend she didn't like it.  On the contrary, the wild
feeling of being totally out of control, of being taken by the animal no
matter what she might or might not want, no matter what she might try to do
to stop it...  well it was scary and exciting and...  addictive.

   Just thinking about it made her heart beat a little faster.  She felt
herself throbbing as Samson's moisture continued to remind her of his most
recent incursion into her body.

   It was all very confusing.  She needed to talk about it to someone.  She
started to pick up the phone to call Jonathan, even though he would just
laugh and try to egg her on even further.

   Just as she was dialing the phone, she felt the insistent push of
Samson's muzzle against her leg.  "No Samson, not again, not right now!"
she squealed, knowing it was futile.

   She watched herself sink to her knees and raise herself up for him.  "I
can't believe I'm doing this," she mused as she felt Samson's weight on her
again, as she felt him probing for her, finding her, taking her...

   Jun 2 2008, 06:20 AM

   The rest of the day flew by as Lisa, lost in her own thoughts, worried
and obsessed about what was happening to her.

   She needed to talk to someone about it, and the only person she could
talk to was Jonathan!  She couldn't bear the thought of another person
knowing her secret (she turned crimson just at the thought of it).

   So, she decided to make a nice dinner for Jonathan and hopefully get him
in a good mood so she could talk through all this with him.

   Jonathan came home after a hard day and was surprised at the nicely set
table, the open bottle of wine, the flowers.  "What's the occasion?" he
asked puzzled.  "Oh nothing really," Lisa replied, "I just wanted to spend
some quiet time together.  Things have been so...  complicated lately."

   Jonathan smiled at this, but said nothing and sat down at the table.

   Lisa started to serve the first course and was just sitting down, when
Samson came up and starting making a commotion.  Lisa looked at him and
said, somewhat sharply, "Not now, Samson, we're eating dinner."

   Samson, not at all ready to hear "no" from her, pushed his way under the
table and started to rattle the dishes almost upset the wine bottle.  He
was oblivious to the disturbance he was causing, as he had only one
objective...  to force his head in between her legs and have at her.

   Lisa looked up at Jonathan, troubled and embarrassed.  Jonathan just
looked at her appraisingly, while Samson continued to shake the table and
started to bark and whine as well.

   Lisa's face turned bright red and she started to get up from the table.

   "Where do you think you're going?" Jonathan asked in a sharp voice.

   "Well, I think I better go in the other room and..." her voice shook a
little, "and, umm, " her face burned with embarrassment, "and...  well,
give him what he wants..." Against her will, she felt herself moistening
again, as she prepared to submit to Samson's rude, ungovernable
interruption of her dinner plans.

   "I don't think so," Jonathan interjected, "I think you better just get
down on the floor right here..."

   "But Jonathan, its so, so well humiliating to just bend over for him
right here in front of you...  he's got to learn that sometimes we need to
do regular things...  like eat dinner together."

   Jonathan glared at her, "I didn't start all this, remember, you did. 
Now the sooner you get down and give him what he wants, the sooner I can
get back to enjoying my dinner!"

   Lisa looked at him with tears in her eyes, and got down on the floor. 
She was still crying as Samson mounted her, an she felt the uncontrollable
orgasm overtake her.  It was so humiliating to just give in like that, to
be so out of control, but it was so, so hot, she found herself overwhelmed
by the passion of it.

   Jonathan watched it all unfold and a big smile soon came over his face.
"This gives me a great idea, Lisa!"

   She looked up at him, filled with Samson's c**k.

   "It's time we had a dinner party!"

   Lisa looked at Jonathan with a worried look on her face.

   "Jonathan, if you think I'm going to...put on a show for people..." she
stopped, speechless.

   "It's one thing for us to have this, um, secret between us, but you
can't expect me to, to ..."

   Jonathan looked at her with a broad smile, "No dear, of course I don't
expect you to, how did you put it?, put on a show.  Not at all.  "

   "Of course, we both know how, well, insistent Samson can get.  He's not
as good at keeping secrets, I think..." he looked at her meaningfully. 
Lisa felt herself blushing.

   "But I'm sure if you made sure that he was, hmmm, 'fully exercised'
beforehand hand, he could probably behave himself through a little dinner
party, don't you think?" he paused reflectively...

   "Of course, you never know what he might do if he got a little... 
worked up.  I guess that's just something you'll have to worry about.  With
a little luck, he'll stay away from you and our other women guests, "
Jonathan paused meaningfully.

   "I guess if he starts getting worked up, you'll just have to take him
out for a little 'walk'.  I would help out, of course, but I'll be busy
entertaining our guests.  I'm sure they won't notice if you're out
'walking' him for a few minutes."

   "Although I have noticed he can really take his time, especially if he
gets himself knotted up...  " Jonathan smiled brightly, "But don't worry,
I'll just tell everyone you must be 'tied up' with something..." He
chuckled.

   "So what if you come back hot and bothered, with a load of his come
oozing out of you...I'm sure noone will notice." He smiled again, "I sure
hope not..."

   Lisa blanched, knowing that Jonathan would not be denied.  She knew this
would be an excruciatingly uncomfortable evening.  And that at any time her
shameful secret could be uncovered.  It was so...  wrong, this constant
submission to Samson's sexual demands.  And Jonathan was eating it up.  But
it was so deliciously, wonderfully wrong.  She felt her excitement rising
again, unbidden.  She knew in her heart that if Samson walked up to her at
that moment, she would do it again without hesitation.  Her heart pulsed.
She knew how difficult it would be to get through a whole dinner party
without giving herself away...  and Samson was soooo hard to control...

   Aug 2 2008, 06:13 AM

   The next few days were a blur for Lisa.  The more she thought about
Jonathan's plans for her, the more she found herself writhing on the floor,
mated with Samson.

   "Mated" was a key word in her mind lately.

   One of the unspoken disappointments in her life was that she and
Jonathan had never been able to have children.  While they both suspected
that it was Jonathan, they had never gone through all the tests, they just
kept at it and gradually accepted that it wouldn't happen.  So Lisa never
felt the need to take the pill, or any other form of birth control for that
matter.

   But Lisa still kept track of her fertility cycle...  just in case.

   So it came as a surprise to her that somehow Samson also seemed to be
attuned to her...  "cycle".  While he came on to her pretty much whenever
he wanted to now, Lisa had noticed that when it was her "time", Samson
seemed to want to...a lot.

   "He can tell," she thought with a shiver..."he wants to knock me up!"

   The thought was so outrageous to her, so...  forbidden, that it added an
extra edge.  Not only was the dog feverish around her (he really was all
over her all day long)...  but she knew why.  She knew what he wanted...

   Samson wanted everything!  Not just enough to have her body whenever he
wanted it...  he wanted her soul.  He wanted her filled with his puppys,
willingly allowing herself to do the unspeakable, the aweful, the horribly
forbiddingly arousing...

   "Thank god its not possible," she thought, as she felt his weight
pressing down on her back, his fur rubbing against her, his swollen c**k
pressing into her, his hot, hot, hot sperm (his SPERM!!) shooting into her.

   "Thank god, because this is the fourth time today.." As she thought
about it, it was about the twelth time since she felt her fertile period
coming on..."because if it were possible, he would surely get his way..."

   The horrible thought sent her quaking into a violent orgasm, as it did
everytime she thought about it.  Which was more and more often lately.

   Jonathan, diabolically observant, remarked on it.  "Honey, are you doing
something different lately?  This dog can't seem to leave you
alone...especially the last few days."

   Lisa had let it slip out, "yes, he somehow seems to be able to tell when
I'm ovulating, and it drives him crazy..." she caught herself, but it was
too late to take back the words.

   She saw the gleam in Jonathan's eyes.  "That's perfect, " he said.

   "What is," she asked with a sinking feeling.

   "It's so perfect...  lets see, August 30th...  that's when we'll have
our little dinner party.  You should be ripe and ready again, like
clockwork."

   Lisa quailed at the thought.  Samson was so hard to control anyway... 
she would never be able to keep him off her at that time!!

   Her reverie was interrupted as she felt Samson's teeth close around her
ankle, pulling her down.  He wanted her again.  He knew, she thought
trembling, "he knows what's going on inside me...  and he wants it..." She
felt him climbing on her, again.  She felt her back arching, letting him
have her, again.  She felt herself starting to come, she couldn't help
herself ("Again," she thought, as she came.)


   

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