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Subject: {ASSM} Nymphomaniac 5 (mast, f/dog)
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Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2011 16:10:02 -0400
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I should be at her office now.  It is time for our weekly meeting, and
I should be there. I should be on her couch and we should be talking,
but I can't. Not after what happened two days ago.  There is no way I
can tell her what happened, but I know I will if I go to her place. 

I am Judy, a nymphomaniac and the person I should be with now is Dr.
Isabelle Jenkins, my Psychiatrist. 

I'm standing in my living room, almost in my bedroom's door, staring
at my bed. Staring at the bed, where it happened and as I try to
understand the events of that day, my mind drifts back. Back to that
day. 

-o-

I've met the new neighbor once so far, a few days after she moved in.
It is a woman, well-mannered, in her early forties. She has dark hair,
cut short, and there is something about her that leaves me thinking
she is sad. Maybe it is because she is newly divorced. I don't know
the story behind this divorce, she didn't tell me when I visited her.
All I know she left her husband and now lives next door with her big
dog. And with all the things that happened in the neighborhood lately,
I kinda feel good knowing there is a big dog in the house. 

She rang my door earlier today, telling me she has to leave for a day
and asked if I could look after the dog for the rest of the day. She
told me her parents usually take care of the dog if she has to leave
for business, but they were on vacation and, being new in the town she
wouldn't know anybody else.  It would only be for a few hours and she
would be back in the evening to take him out for a walk. 

And now I'm in her apartment, feeding her dog. It seemed to be so
happy to see me, wagging it's tail and welcomed me with big brown
puppy eyes, almost knocking me over when I filled the bowl. I watch
him eat for a while and then I go back to the living room. It is
nicely furbished, not too modern and a bit empty as she just moved in.
I hesitate and then decide to leave, as I don't feel comfortable being
in her apartment without her, almost feeling like an intruder,
disturbing her privacy. 

I get up and as I stand in the door and look back, it looks at me. Big
brown puppy eyes, looking so sad, realizing I am about to leave and
let him alone as well. It is like a big child and I suddenly feel
miserable. 

"You want to come with me?"

The big tail starts wagging, as if he understood my words and it comes
closer, looking up at me as it sits at my feet. I somehow feel it is
smiling, a big, friendly smile as it pushes the big head at my hand
and I start petting it. 

"Come, " I say as I open the door. "You can as well wait at my place
for your mistress."

Back in my apartment it lays down on the thick carpet in front of the
TV, looks at me again and then closes its eyes. It will a few hours
until she will be back and I decide to go to my bedroom and to ... take
care of the tension I feel. It has been three days since I had sex and
I feel the need. Dr. Jenkins told me it would be OK if I masturbate
when I feel the need, she even encourages me to do it in the safety of
my place before I leave the house. 

The hands on my breasts feel good as I reach up and squeeze them,
lightly first and then, as I imagine it to be the hands of a strong
man, more firmly until I feel my nipples push against the thin blouse.
I squeeze them, almost rough, and the sensation makes me wince. I open
the blouse, just enough to free my breasts, the same way a horny guy
would and I imagine the look on his face as I pull the blouse open,
exposing my nipples to his view. I push my boobs together, offering
them to an invisible spectator and then squeeze my nipples between
finger and thumb, squeezing  and pulling until they are hard and
almost ache. 

My hands slide over my hips, over the short skirt and then up my legs.
Hands of a horny man as I imagine him push me against the bed and have
me sit on its edge. I know I'm wet and as the hands grab the hem of my
silk thong and pull it down, I moan, a husky, lewd moan. A sound that
has only one purpose, to turn him on and to let him know I'm OK with
whatever he wants to do with me. 

Fingers touch my skin, almost hot, squeezing my thighs after he teared
the thong from my hips. They move up my trembling legs, opening them,
exposing me to his horny stare and I almost hear his aroused groan as
he sees my swollen shaved lips, glistening from my nectar. Fingers
move up my legs, towards the center of my need and spread my lips,
opening me obscenely. 

He laughs, telling me I'm a horny, needy slut and I shiver as I moan
in approval. We both know he is right. Fingers enter me, he looses no
time preparing me as he pushes three of his thick fingers in me. I
gasp, the sensation almost painful as he spreads my walls, probing,
searching and as the fingertips rub my g-spot, I moan and open wider,
falling back on the bed. 

Fingertips rub that magical spot, pressing, massaging and I smell the
scent of my arousal and listen to the wet, naughty sounds as he
quickly fingers me towards my first climax. I reach for a breast,
squeezing, fondling, as he is between my legs, his fingers expertly
bringing me close and closer until I am squirming, my hips at the edge
of my bed, humping fingers, squeezing them with the slick, soaked
walls of my cunt. 

The waves start to build, the warmth spreads over my body, from my
clenching cunt over my belly to the aching nipple that is pulled and
pinched. And as I start to cum, his tongue presses on my clit, warm,
almost hot, licking roughly, the sensation so intense, I scream out
and cum, squirting over his lips and face every time my walls clench.
The tongue lashes over my sensitive lips and clit, again and again,
prolonging my orgasm with long, probing licks. 

I suddenly realize the tongue is real and I open my eyes in shock. My
protest dies in my throat as I stare at the big brown puppy eyes. And
as I gasp in shock, the little voice starts laughing. I reach for the
head to push him back, but a menacing growl has me stop. I don't dare
to move as he continues to lap my lips, the tongue rough, warm, almost
hot as it slides over my sensitive lips, separates them on the search
for the source of that taste. 

The little voice laughs again in my mind, mockingly, as I beg the dog
to stop, to leave me alone. The cold nose presses on my clit as the
tongue enters me. A hot, wiggling thing, sliding in my cunt, licking
my walls and the next time I exhale it is almost a moan. 

"Does it feel so good?" the little voice giggles. "So much better than
a man's?"

The rough hot tongue ignites the fire again, causing sensations I've
never felt before, sensations that cause my legs to open for it, as it
slides for the little dark hole, up between my lips, again and again
until my hips move to meet it. 

"Why don't you tell him it feels good, as you do with all your other
lovers? It does feel good, doesn't it?" the little voice whispers,
knowing so well it is right. "A doggies tongue... It will make you cum,
won't it? Oh it will, it will!"

I whimper in humiliation as I realize how right the little voice is. I
can't help but to moan my defeat into the room and then whisper my
approval as the waves build again. Waves that build quickly, sharply
until I cry out and cum, my hips twitching at the maddening sensations
the rough hot tongue causes. It quickly gets too intense, the pressure
too much, setting my clit and lips on fire and I try to push the head
back, but the beast is too strong. 

My fingers grab the thick fur and I pull, pull the head away from my
spasming cunt until the licking suddenly stops as my attempt to stop
the dog pulls it on my body. I open my eyes to look at it, my hips
still shivering against the sides of his body, soft fur tickling my
thighs, as the orgasm slowly ebbs. It towers over me, front paws on
either side of my body, his panting mouth almost at my face at it
looks at me. 

Brown eyes that are no longer warm puppy eyes stare at me. Stare at me
with an expression I know, that I have seen in so many men's eyes. 

"You know what comes now, don't you?" the voice whispers. "He wants
what they all want." 

"He's a dog... " I whisper, trying to reason with the voice. "He can't
want that, he just - "

Front paws grab me tightly as he starts to hump, staring down at me. 

"Oh yes, he wants..." the voice chuckles.

I feel it poke at me. A hard, pointy tip, hitting my lips, my skin, as
he humps in desperate need. I try to push it back, and my hands on its
chest feel the vibrations of its growl.  I cry out as the tip enters
my ass, only to slip out a moment later. 

"You better guide him," the voice mocks me. "Unless you want it..."

I gasp in shock as the tip enters my cunt. Hot, hard. Paws grab, pull,
and it enters me. My mouth opens in protest as a hot, throbbing cock
is rammed in me. But before I can scream, the fucking starts. 

He takes me unlike any men ever took me. Hips moving so fast it feels
like one, never stopping motion. I feel it swell, grow even bigger
until the tip stabs my cervix every time he humps. I whimper in
protest, a protest that gets ignored as more of his cock is filling
me, swelling against the entrance, as he tries to mate with his bitch.

I gasp as it enters, its thick and as his rutting changes, I feel it
swell. The hot  mass is in my cunt, fucking me with short stabs, the
thick thing pressing against my g-spot, pressing my lips and clit
against the furry sheath every time he moves. One last thrust and my
scream echoes from the walls as the tip is forced into my womb.

I look at him. My eyes wide open as I refuse to accept what's
happening. He stares at me, panting, drooling on my face. And then I
feel it throb.. twitch... and I cry out in humiliation as I feel the
warm cum being pumped in my cunt. His hips twitching, the thing
vibrating on my g-spot, soft fur rubbing my clit as he conquers me.
Hot cum splashing against tender walls, the trembling tip in the
entrance of my womb making my cunt tighten in response, milking the
cum from his cock as we mate. 

He seems to cum for an eternity, ignoring my tears of humiliation and
helpless sobs until he eventually stops cumming, towering over me,
looking down at my defeated self. He is still in me, that thing at the
entrance of my pussy locking his cock in me for endless minutes until
he pulls it out and I feel his cum flow from my cunt, soaking the
sheets. 

-o-

The door bell startles me and ends my thoughts. I blush in
embarrassment as I feel the heat in my loins, heat caused by the
memory of that dog raping me. The door bell rings again and I turn to
open the door. 

The woman with short black hair and the puppy eyed dog smile warmly at
me. 
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And - if the story gave you an erotic tickle - thank you :)

Those who liked it can find my other stories here:
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