Date: Fri, 7 Nov 2008 23:27:32 -0700 From: Jay roberts diplomat1501msn.com Subject: "Lees Dog Pimps for him, Chapter One" by Jay Roberts Bestiality Talking about beasts, I am a bear for not having under 18 year old at my party, that includes dogs. If you are over 18 you are welcome as a dog basket. Hey, Im Justin, your standard issue straight boi athlete. I am not into guys, but I pulled a piece of luck when I got Lee as a roomie. Lee is Asian as you may have guessed.

During our relationship I will very often order you as so: "Present yourself to your Mistress, dog." Ill use that instruction on many occasions: every time Ill have to exchange one collar for another training to public; at the start of an activity; while I arrange for your punishment or to play with you; ... When you hear that order, youll have to kneel down in front of me, your knees wide apart, your hands clasped in your back, head slightly bowed, eyes locked on the floor, at a point midway between your kneesthe image of total submission to your Mistress will. After assuming that position, you will say in your most submissive voice: "Your dog is ready for

Archive name: boydog.txt mdog Authors name: Christopher Robin Story title : A Boy and His Dog -- This work is copyrighted to the author c 1996. Please do not remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial We had to be sure not to let it land on the ground, for our dog Mackie would tear up and snatch it from us then drag it to the furthest corners of our property and chew it full of holes. On this occasion we had stopped playing Frisbee for a time and Mackie lay contented some distance away. The sun danced on his deep golden red coat as his tongue slipped in and

Cumbag crawled around on her hands and knees, wiggling her ass while the boy led her around like a dog at a dog show. The Great Danes followed her, licking at her cunt. Cumbags heavy tits gently swayed from side to side. The boy couldnt resist kicking her tits. Cumbag moaned as her tits crashed into each other. "YEAH!!!...Kick this fucking dog-sluts tits!... Do you boys want to see me be these dogs bitch?...Ooohh...The slut hopes so!...Watch this fucking whore!...See what a nasty piece of fuckmeat I am! Hold the dogs for the dog-slut!...Let the bitch meat her new cocks! Come here boy...Let your bitch introduce herself!" she said.

Date: Tue, 5 Dec 2006 09:54:33 -0800 PST From: rachel k jrcc06yahoo.com Subject: my friend and her dog Last Friday me and my girlfriends decided to go out for a few drinks. I needed this after a a really rough couple of days. My girlfriend Kerry is really pretty, although I have never been attracted to her. She is tall, with long blonde hair and a beautiful smile. This makes me even hornier, thinking of that big dog she has at home. This makes me even more eager to get back to her place. We tell our friend that we want to be dropped off at her house. I am just going to crach there and she will drive me home in the morning.

There was a quiet clicking on the polished wood floor as her dog came over from his basket in the corner. He sat at her feet and rested his chin gently on her knee. She looked down into his large brown eyes and smiled, ruffling his headfur and scratching behind his ears. He seemed to smile up at her, seemed to understand her sadness. "Well, Barik. Outlined against his own shadow, the dog was an impressive sight. He was a large four year old German Shepherd in fine physical form. He had a deep chest and strong legs. His face was intelligent-looking, with well-defined features; deep dark eyes, broad muzzle and large triangular ears.

We have a large dog that that stayed outside in the backyard. Many times the wife and I would make light- hearted jokes about his big penis. The first thing was to educate myself regarding what Rover could do and could not do. Since this was an experiment and I had plenty of time on my hands, I decided to be the guinea After having several beers and a couple of slugs of whiskey, I brought the dog into the bedroom. Removing my clothing and getting underneath the dog, I started to masturbate him with slow moving motion. I notice that my cock was getting excited with anticipation, and decided to stick him in my mouth.

Everyone who owns a dog calls it by a sensible name, Like Rover, Boy, Trixie, or just plain, Dog! Not me! I dont know why. Maybe it was because I wasnt getting any at the time and it was rankling. I will even go as far to say it was a sore subject. Little did I know then what an embarrassment it would be for my wife and I. Like when I went to the post office, in those days you needed a licence to keep a dog. The lady behind the counter was nice, she called me, Sir! Yes? What can I do for you, Sir? she said. I would like a licence for Sex please. She seemed quite genuine when she asked, Are you legally married? Is your wife over the age of consent? Yes, Miss! Why

Date: Mon, 27 Feb 2006 20:09:17 +0100 From: Lionel lionel at gaylook dot com Subject: Masters second dog 2 The following story is based on several real life experiences that I put together into one story with some embellishments thanks to all the suggestions I got after the first installment. Although it isnt mentioned explicitly, we used condoms and encourage you to do the same--always! -- Masters second dog 2 Whereas Masters dog jumped onto the seat next to Master, I had to kneel in front of Masters dog on the floor of the drivers cabin. When we drove off, I wanted to know whether I could ask a question: "Go ahead, boy! But ask carefully!" "Sir, what about

After that, the dog worked her with almost no coherent resistance. And she was horrified by the dawning realization that she was beginning to enjoy it. Why is this happening to me? I mean, Im no virgin -- not for almost years -- but Im not some porno-slut, either. Im one of "the beautiful people" after all.... I sure dont need sex with a dog. Disgusting.... But, omigod, that TONGUE! At that moment, the Tongue touched her clitoris, and she just about fainted. She slumped forward, thereby opening herself up to an attack from the rear -- which is exactly what Hamlet immediately launched.