Moving on

I lost my husband during the pandemic; I wasn't all that unhappy at his passing as he was a brute of a man. Always running me down and getting drunk and then bashing me, our children weren't around before or after his death. I was left fairly well off after he died and was determined to stay away from men. To that end I got a large dog from a shelter to deter them from coming near me. He looked mean, but was a gentle giant, I had the choice of getting him fixed, but chose not to. I've heard it makes dogs calmer and I didn't want that. At first there was nothing out of what I expected, but my dog became really attached to me and was with me almost all the time. I still played with myself every now and then. I had also started wearing little or nothing inside my home, then 1 day dropped a ball of wool and it rolled under the lounge chair, I'd not long finished masturbating myself and was totally naked. I got down on my knees to reach for the wool, my dog came over started to sniff me and then tried to mount me. I told him to go away, but he persisted and finally succeed in mounting me. Being a large dog, I couldn't get him off me and he just ignore me telling him to get off. He started fucking me and I decided to wait for him to finish. I was a little alarmed at him fucking me, but as he continued fucking me, I relaxed and started to enjoy him fucking me. Once he finished and got off me, I felt truly satisfied myself also. Later on, he showed interest in fucking me again and I shocked myself by being interested in letting him. But I let it pass, but that evening I was bored nothing to watch on TV and I started to play with myself. Seeing my dog looking at me I decided to let him fuck me again, I called him over and he started licking my pussy and then mounted me. Since then, I've become his willing bitch and am totally satisfied by his fucking of me.