Things have changed...

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zoophilia

Things have changed, between the dog and I.
I tried him once, out of curiosity... and once was enough, I got it out of my system... but the dog won't let me forget, about it.
When he comes to me now, it's not only because he wants me to hug or pat him, that's just the first thing he wants... he wants the love and affection... and then he wants to mount and fuck me.
I've tried to make him understand that I don't want to do it again, but I can tell that that's what's on his mind, when he comes to me... he used to be obedient... until I let him fuck me.

Here he comes again.
No!
I close my legs and push the dog away...
No!
My palm, my fingers, press into his chest... he resists, not backing away from me... pushing in closer... it's me that has to move, I slide along the couch, I slide away from him... he follows me... pushing at me, making me back up.
Now there's room on the couch for him, he's on here, with me, trying to straddle me, showing his cock to me.
I push him off the side of he couch. Undeterred, he tries doing it from the front, jumping up at me.
I shove him again, he licks my forearms, tongue's my bicep, wets my kneecaps... No!
My knees and thighs were pressed so tight together that his juice runs down to my groin, wetting there too.
No!
It dribbles obscenely over my snatch, I spread my legs to stop where it's flowing to and the dog pushes his chest into the space that I've made... he burrows his muzzle into the gap, too. I grab for his ears and use them to get him away from me, but wind up tussling with him, he has enough time to lick it off me, before I get him away from me. Long enough for me to feel him panting over me, panting for me, feel his tongue sensitising me... just like he did, that first time.
When it had felt so good...
No!
An extra hard shove and I get him away from me again.
I have to get away from him... I have too, I must...
I stand up.
He follows me.
There's nowhere to go!
Nowhere safe from him.
Nowhere safe from my thoughts.
I stop.
The dog doesn't.
I don't fight it anymore.
I let him sniff me.
I let him lick me.
I let him touch me.
I let him feel me.
I let him fuck me.
It's only been 30 minutes, since I last had sex with my dog.

But now things have changed, between the dog and I...






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