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We hungrily started to eat. Kayleigh wasn’t allowed to have any of course, her AM meal was all she got. We put water in her doggie bowl and that was about all she got. She went upstairs and started lapping up the water like a dog, while we ate our breakfast. “Don’t tell her this but this shit actually tastes pretty good.” Mr. Dudley laughed “Amen pops.” Vlad chimed Now that we had fucked and eaten like kings, came the next part of our day. We scrolled through the ‘suggestions’ on the live stream. Each premium member could suggest one request a day, and would put a price on it. Vlad, Mr. Dudley and I would vote on the one that we thought would be a good one. Our eyes lit up as we looked at the screen and then at each other. “That seems like a fun idea.” I said. There are moments in life that define you, and this was one of them. I could shower feel the dog's slobber drip onto my back, it's hot breath panting in my ear, it's slippery cock jabbing wildly leaving wet trails across my ass. It was at that moment that I knew with every fibre of my being that I wanted to become a dog slut. As I felt the dog's movements become more frantic my mind flashed back to how I started this journey and it was hard to imagine it was less than a week ago. It was a dreary Monday morning as I sat at my husband's computer idly flicking through his browser history, which he normally carefully cleared, wondering what sort of things really turned him on, when I caught sight of myself in the mirror. "I am still attractive," I thought as I looked at myself with a critical eye. My long straight black hair fell just past my shoulders and as my deep brown eyes stared back at me, I took in my full figure. Sitting a little more upright I thrust out my 38C breasts that still had little sag despite reaching my 40th birthday a few months back. I stood and sucked my tummy in a little, and admired that my ass was still tight, thanks to the regular gym work outs. "You still got it girl," I said with a smile, and sat back down at the computer. "But life is just so goddamned dull," I sighed, as I clicked the next URL on the history page. I gasped at the image that popped onto the screen, a picture of a naked woman on all fours being mounted by a large, black, Great Dane. The voices in my head were screaming to close the browser, but I watched my hand, almost involuntarily, navigate the mouse to the softcore big red PLAY button and click. My mouth went dry as the sound of the woman's moaning filled the room and I sat spell bound as I watched the cause of her moaning, a huge angry red dog cock, which rapidly plunged in and out of her body. She looked helpless and trapped beneath the powerful beast, yet from the sounds she was making she was clearly enjoying herself. I felt the sight of a woman and a dog should repulse me but I felt myself get wet and hot between my legs. Blindly without thought, I slipped my panties off from under my dress and put my feet up onto the desk. Spreading my knees wide apart, feeling wonderfully slutty and excited, I started to rub myself frantically. I heard the woman panting as it seemed our orgasms were building together, and as she screamed with pleasure the dog clearly unloaded inside her as I thrust 3 fingers deep inside, fucking amateur myself hard, shuddering as a huge orgasm burst through Solo me. In what seemed like ages later, the video had stopped and I stared at the screen waiting for my heart to slow to normal beat. My face reddened as I thought about what I had seen and the way I had reacted, yet as I scrubbed myself in the shower, my nerve endings still tingling, I knew a fire had been lit that might never be put out. I could hardly wait for my husband to leave for work the next day, though he left with a huge smile on his face. The night before we had made love and the best was as he took me on all fours. As he puffed away hardly believing his luck at sex on a weekday, I closed my eyes and imagined I was that woman with the black Great Dane fucking me into ecstasy. Often I have to fake it with my husband, but not last night, as I came easily and viciously as I pictured myself as a dog slut. His car hadn't even pulled out of the drive when I clicked on the first link and watched, holding my breath, as a different dog, a large Alsatian, mounted a different woman. I was more prepared this time, the robe I had worn to see my husband off to work was now discarded on the other side of the room and voyeur I sat in the chair naked. Earlier after a frenzied search I had found the never before used dildo that had been bought as a joke for my 40th birthday party. “Yes!” my husband groaned. Well, every journey begins with a step. He tilted her head up to look directly into her eyes. He started shooting his load into my waiting mouth. So we got cleaned up and beings how he loved that I had a kid, he didn’t even get a little mad that I wanted to get home to my daughter at all. I wanted to dab at it, but I kept my imperious gaze on voyeur the softcore guard. Yes, if only it were possible to turn back time, my troubled princess...” he teased. Night manager at the Pinetree by the Superdome has been murdered. With all of that, it didn’t take me long to get him off. The image of someone cumming in her cunt caused fear in her. She stopped struggling, looking up into his eyes, “Okay fine, then tell me what your first name is.” He paused for a moment confused, “My first name?” No one had ever asked him what his first name was, not shower in over 6 years. Tina sobbed. “No Sir, I knew you are a foster child but I thought amateur Mr. Amaqjuaq took care of you all those years.” Her hot dog, one bite taken out of the end, was right on the side of him. “I didn’t know these existed.” Besides letting me brutally rape Salies harder than any bitch before her it effected other aspects of the rape. I paused then because I had seen Haynes crumple his memo and toss it onto the floor. Sharon shot back at her husband. EDITED BY MOST HIGH I shake my head telling myself that he’ll just have Solo to wait. Remember, no clothes. There was nothing she could do about creeps catcalling her. I stroked the back of her hand with my thumb. I found Mom's clit and sucked on it. Frances lifted me off the table and I stood on the floor. Her latex wrapped fingers slowly rubs the half erected bulge. “Oh, yes, Justin! I rested my hand on her throat but didn’t squeeze, it was enough for her to know that I could. He’s with Daryl now because I thought the delivery would be later. I looked angrily down at her. His shackles were tight and he was popping and dodging to beat the band - and Megg was getting angrier by the minute. I would like to see the kitchen and meet your chef.” I still love being in a restaurant.