One night while we were lying on the floor drinking
wine, smoking marijuana and listening to music he had a
silly idea and I went along. I had a bit too much wine.
I was too agreeable. I couldn’t really believe he would
let anything happen. He was just testing me.
It started out with me lying naked on the carpet and him
getting the dog to sniff my cunt and lick me. He put
peanut butter on me, spreading it on my throat to get
the dog to lick me there. Karl said I was offering the
dog my throat to show I was no threat.
I looked into its inhuman eyes as it watched my throat
hungrily. The dog held me down, its paws on my shoulders
as it lapped up the peanut butter. Karl then smeared
the peanut butter on my chest to get the dog to lick my
breasts and on my face to get the dog to “kiss” me. He
spread the peanut butter on my butt and soon had the dog
nuzzling and licking its wonderful tongue up the crack
of my ass. I was shivering. It was intensely exciting
and frightening. I had never been so close to the big
dog before. I felt exposed and vulnerable.
This was the most wicked thing I had ever done. I was
covered with dog saliva. Karl was pleased. He spread
the peanut butter on my cunt to get the dog to lick me
energetically. The dog growled as it licked me, its
warm, rough tongue getting so deep inside. I have to
admit that vigorous, warm sandpaper tongue was exciting.
I held myself very still while its muzzle was between my
legs and it growled menacingly, but that incredible
tongue would lap and lap and lap.
The licking frenzy was unlike anything I had ever
experienced. The dog was tireless and eager. I shuddered
and Karl laughed as his dog brought me to an awesome
orgasm. When the peanut butter was gone, Karl spread
more on. After awhile, the dog was not interested in the
peanut butter, but continued tonguing me. It was
incredible, relentless and after awhile I was raw and
aching from the tongue.
“He knows his way around females. He’ll figure it out.
Whether it’s a blonde or a Rottweiler, a bitch is a
bitch,” Karl said as he watched his dog licking me,
then circling my body, whining. It seemed confused,
Karl said something in French and the dog was suddenly
on me, its forelegs tight around my waist, its hind legs
digging into the carpet. It was humping frantically. I
felt the length of its cock against my belly and I
panicked. I screamed to get it off me.
Karl grabbed the dog’s collar and pulled it off me, it
was still straining to get to me as he pulled its heavy
I had to take deep breaths to calm down. My heart was
pounding out of control. We were playing a dangerous
game, playing with one of the most profound taboos. The
dog was agitated, growling and whining, trying to get to
me. I could see its erection sticking out hard from
between its rear legs. It was incredible that an animal,
an alien species, could get sexually excited over me. I
was scared, yet thrilled. I felt wicked.
Karl had no conflicting feelings. He was hot. He loved
it. I wanted to make sure he understood I did it for
“That’s what you wanted? You liked seeing that, right?”
Karl’s voice was strangely husky. I could see he was
“You were beautiful. You should have seen your face when
you were cumming. God, you’re hot. Sometimes you need to
do what you don’t want to do to demonstrate love.
Sometimes you have to do something that frightens you to
grow as a person. You impressed me.”
As he held me, I thought about what I had done,
remembered how warm that dog’s prick had been against my
stomach. I could still feel it. Enzo had made quite
an impression. I was still shaking. As wild as the dog
was, I felt safe with Karl there. He would protect me.
Karl made love to me on the floor, saying it excited
him to see his dog licking me like I was its bitch, that
it turned him on to smell his dog on me. While Karl
made love to me that night the dog pranced around us,
whining nervously, sticking its cold nose in between us.
I thought that was strange.
When I went to leave at the end of the night I found my
beautiful suede coat was ruined. It had been ripped and
chewed, but, something far more ominous, it was reeking
of dog urine. It had been marked. I was no dog
psychologist, but I knew in my heart that it was very
angry with me and it was sending me a message. I did not
say anything to Karl, though. The coat had been a gift
from him and I did not want him to be upset.
But Karl’s game did not end there.
The very next time we got together he made me offer my
leg to the dog to hump, which it did quite vigorously.
Growling and wolfing as it did. He had been training
the dog to do that before I came over.
And it did not end there.
While we were cuddling on the floor, sipping wine and
smoking marijuana on our next Saturday night date Karl
called his dog and commanded Enzo to lay down next to
us. Karl had waited until I was really high on the
marijuana and he had the dog roll over on its back,
exposing its belly, which Karl said the dog would
never do for anyone else. The dog watched me as Karl
had me lean over and look at the dog’s thing. It started
out innocently enough with me tickling and rubbing the
dog’s belly. The dog liked that, whining and growling
softly as my hand gave it a soothing belly rub.
Karl told me to touch the dog’s penis. “Just touch
it,” he insisted. “See what happens.” I did. The dog
was on its back, its hind legs splayed as I put my
finger down there timidly, gently stroking its hairy
sheath. Karl closed my hand down over the hairy sheath
and made me stroke it. His voice was hoarse. I could
tell he was really getting into this. It was a very
My heart was beating wildly. I was afraid the dog would
bite. “Now kiss it!” Like Enzo, I was trained to obey
him. I had several glasses of wine and I was pretty high
on marijuana. Nothing seemed real. I was giddy and
stupid from the joints he had me smoke. I was giggling.
Soon my face was between the dog’s furry hind legs,
inches away from its penis. I stuck my tongue out and
gingerly licked it, then with Karl’s hand pushing on
the back of my head, I gave it a kiss.
I was amazed to see the glistening grayish pink penis
emerge from its sheath right before my eyes. My face was
down there between the dog’s legs as its cock slide
smoothly from its sheath. It was much bigger than I had
imagined. It was a little like watching the slimy aliens
emerge from the shells in the Alien movie with Sigourney