Beastiality Stories

By David Oberman

Part One It was another day on the set of Good Day LA as Jillian Barberie prepared her material for today’s broadcast. As always, she would be taking care of the weather report, as well as her favorite segment, the Adopt-A-Pet program.

 

As always, the 5′4″ brunette weathergirl was wearing a sexy outfit consisting of a short black skirt, an almost see-through silk blouse and three-inch stiletto heels. This was all accentuated by the black stockings she had on. She didn’t much like the idea of pantyhose, so she would go for stockings and garter belt every chance she got.

 

The tall, slender brunette weathergirl was quite ravishing and had fostered many sexual fantasies in men and women throughout Los Angeles. Even though she was married, her fans would still send her some rather suggestive fan mail. One such fan even went so far as to send her a Ziploc bag full of sperm, probably his own. She simply handed that to security in disgust.

 

As for her husband, the only problem in their marriage was when she sometimes brought home some of the pets her Adopt-A-Pet segment showcased. She just couldn’t let any of the animals go back to the pound if she could help it, so if nobody adopted any of the cats or dogs on her show, she would usually take them home with her until she found them each a suitable home.

 

She walked past the cages of the animals that were sent over for her to show off today. As always, there was a wide variety of pets to be adopted. The normal assortment of cats and dogs were waiting in cages, as well as a few reptilian pets as well.

 

As she made her way down the row of cages, she came across a large black Labrador. She stopped and took a closer look at the animal and found out his name was Hector according to the nametag on the cage. The only other information about this beautiful animal was that it was a male, and that he had been abused in some way. However, no specific details were listed.

 

“Oh! Poor baby,” she knelt down, her short skirt hiking up her smooth calf, and petted the friendly animal. “Did they hurt you were you were?” She cooed. “Well, you don’t look too bad now, so I guess the animal shelter took good care of you, didn’t they boy.” The dog’s large tongue lapped at her hand in appreciation for Jillian’s attention, and she laughed in pleasure.

 

She straightened herself back up, rearranging her displaced skirt and headed off to make-up in preparation for the show.

 

********************* The show went without a hitch and now it was Jillian’s turn to find new owners for the pets. She stepped away from the desk and made her way towards the shelter employees and the animals in their care.

 

“We have another group of loving animals in search for a new home,” she said with a smile. “I hope you can find it in your hearts to help them. And please remember to help curb the animal population, have your pets spayed or neutered.” One by one, a handler would hand her one of the smaller animals, mostly cats, kittens or puppies. The next animal that was placed in her arms was a large boa constrictor. The handler showed her how best to hold the slithering animal and she walked out in front of the camera with the snake wrapped around her neck. It must have weighed about thirty pounds of slithering flesh, which made it that much more difficult to hold.

 

“I… I really hope we can find someone who likes snakes,” she said, cringing. “But they really aren’t my favorite animals.” She could hear her co-host laughing at her discomfort in the background.

 

“This big fellow is named Julius,” she said, struggling to control him. “He’s a bit heavy, but not dangerous.” Just then, she lost part of her grip on the large snake and its head found its way down the open front of her shirt.

 

Jillian jiggled as the slithering snake tickled her along her cleavage. The whole crew broke out laughing but kept the cameras on her nonetheless. They could see the snake’s body bulging across her stomach as more of the heavy reptile found its way down her shirt cleavage.

 

“This is one for the blooper reels Jillian,” she heard the anchor call out.

 

“This isn’t funny guys,” Jillian grimaced as she felt the scaly skin rub against her bare skin. “Somebody come out here and help me out, please.” However, no help was forthcoming as everyone was too incapacitated laughing at her situation.

 

“Any… anyway,” Jillian tried to continue with her segment. “Anybody… anybody interested in adopting Julius here, just call the toll free number at the bottom of the screen.” Somehow, the huge snake’s head found its way past Jillian’s skirt waistband and was now rubbing itself along her panty-covered pussy. Jillian was now blushing a bright red on camera as the snake continued exploring her crotch. And still the cameramen kept her in sight, forcing her to endure this in front of all the viewers.

 

‘Oh shit,’ she thought. ‘My pussy’s getting wet from all this rubbing.’ She thought about squeezing her legs together, but that would make it that much more obvious to everybody that she was wetting herself. So, clenching her teeth, she tried to continue as best she could.

 

“As you can see, he’s a friendly fellow,” she blushed even brighter when she realized how her words sounded. “So, if anybody would care to have him as a pet, feel free to call soon.” The snake, being attracted to heat, was enticed by the warmth emanating from under Jillian’s panties and slithered its head up to its waistband. Using its natural dexterity, it pushed its way past that obstruction and nestled its head against the weathergirl’s pussylips. Its flicking tongue only causing Jillian to gasp in silence as it slapped her clitoris in search for more warmth. The snake’s scaly skin rubbing teasingly against her already aroused pussylips and clit.

 

‘Oh god!’ Jillian was finding it hard to stay steady.

 

Her knees were shaking slightly, but she still somehow managed to remain cool in front of the camera. But her innards were being turned to mush by the constant tongue flicking the huge snake was giving her cunt.

 

The large snake’s head would occasionally poke itself past her clenching pussylips, pushing itself slightly inside her moist vagina. The reptile’s head, thicker than any cock that ever found its way in her pussy before, made her juices run down her calf. Luckily, nobody seemed to notice any sign of her stockings getting moist. Nonetheless, Jillian was finding almost impossible to stay steady with this bestial teasing the large snake was giving her.

 

In its constant probing of her crotch, the snake’s head kept pushing against her skirt, making it appear that Jillian had a twitching hard-on on camera. Another round of guffaws and giggles exploded across the set as Jillian’s embarrassment continued.

 

The snake’s constant curling and uncurling movement soon caused its heavy body to tug Jillian’s g-string panties downward from gravity. The large snake slithered out both sides of her underwear leg holes as its weight suddenly began tugging her panties down her calf. Soon, Jillian found herself with her panties down to her knees, the snake hanging lazily in its stretched crotchband.

 

The laughter became thunderous as both men and women of the crew watched their helpless co- worker. Finally, a producer had the decency to break to a commercial so that Jillian could extricate herself from her compromising position.

 

Thanks to the snake’s bestial exploration, her panties were now too moist, and also were stretched too out of shape, to bother pulling back up. She tossed them aside, and with no time to find a fresh pair, Jillian decided to finish the segment pantyless.

 

One of the cameramen quickly grabbed her damp panties and took a deep whiff of her sex on them. And then, not being selfish, tossed it to his comrades.

 

Jillian watched in amusement as her panties was being passed around freely among her co-workers. She grinned wickedly when even some of the women took their turn at smelling her sexy underwear.

 

After a few minutes for the advertising to end, the camera light flashed back on signaling her that she was back on the air. She strutted across the stage to the next animal to be showcased.

 

The handler gave her a leash and she led Hector back in front of the camera with her.

 

“Now this friendly fellow is named Hector,” she smiled as she knelt down to pet the large dog.

 

Being the complete professional, she forgot about not having any panties on, so she wound up flashing her pussy on national television. The director quickly directed the cameraman to focus on her face.

 

As that particular cameraman did as he was told, his compatriots were busily aiming their own cameras to Jillian’s crotch to record the luscious sight.

 

“Now they tell me that Hector was abused,” she went on, oblivious to her display of pussy. “But as you can see, he has recovered quite well and would make a terrific family pet for the kids.” The large dog happily licked her face, inadvertently inserting his tongue in her mouth and giving her a frenchkiss.

 

“Ha, ha,” Jillian giggled at the friendliness of the dog. “So anybody interested in my friend Hector here, just call up the number and we’ll make the arrangements to have him sent to you.” “Cut, that’s it Jillian,” the producer sounded as he cut to a new commercial spot.

 

As Jillian stood up, Hector stuffed his big head under her skirt and gave her pussy a few quick licks of her wet pussy.

 

“Hey now, stop that,” she scolded the large dog in a playful fashion. “You haven’t taken me out to diner yet, so you can’t have any of that,” she said, laughing at the innocent animal.

 

The rest of the broadcast went on without any further glitches. However, Jillian was shuffling uncomfortably in her seat for the remainder of the show as she felt her wet pussylips rubbing teasingly against her blood- engorged clit.

 

When the show was finally done, she walked over to the shelter workers as she did after each of her pet spots.

 

“So, how did it go today guys?” She asked.

 

“We got a good turn out, ma’am,” one of them said. “We even got a call in for your favorite pet of the day, Julius.” They broke out laughing, and Jillian couldn’t help but laugh along thinking back at the absurdity of the snake’s behavior.

 

“So, we got new homes for all of them then?” She asked.

 

“Not exactly,” he said. “We didn’t get any calls about Hector. And today’s his last chance.” “You don’t mean…” Jillian gasped.

 

“Yep, the big kennel upstairs,” he finished her thought.

 

Jillian kneeled down in front of the beautiful dog’s cage and petted him again through the grate, again forgetting her pantyless crotch. This fact didn’t go unnoticed to the handlers, or Hector.

 

“Oh! Poor baby,” she cooed in pity. “We can’t let anything like that happen to a beautiful boy like you now, can we.” Hector somehow understood her concern for his wellbeing. The large dog moved up to the cage bars and stuck out his tongue and lapped under her skirt one more time.

 

“Hey you!” Jillian squealed lightly as she bolted up straight.

 

This caused a short giggle from the shelter workers around her.

 

‘Damn, what is it with this dog?’ She thought to herself. “How come nobody called for him?” She asked. “He seems so friendly.” “Probably because he’s full grown,” one of them explained. “Families are looking for puppies as pets. Or, at the very least, smaller dogs. Poor Hector is just too big to attract any takers.” The handlers could see the sorrowfulness in Jillian’s eyes as she looked down at the beautiful black Labrador.

 

Jillian was considering what she could do to save this beautiful animal from the death sentence that awaited him. But the only idea that came to her was to bring him home with her, and she knew her husband, Bret, wouldn’t like that. He was already complaining about the menagerie she had now.

 

Their house was already home to four dogs, three cats, and half a dozen birds of various sizes, even a couple of large iguanas. This wasn’t even counting all of the fishes in the three large aquariums spread throughout the house. How could she explain bringing this large dog to join the ‘family’.

 

“Maybe I could keep him a few days until you find him a more permanent home,” she suggested to the handler.

 

“That would be great Miss Barberie,” he said enthusiastically. “I’d really hate to put down such a beautiful animal. I think he might be a purebred, that’s probably why he hasn’t been neutered yet. If someone was smart, they could make a lot of money from him in breeding fees.” “Really?” Jillian was surprised to hear that a purebred was about to be put down. “That would be a shame. I wonder why somebody abused him if he was so valuable?” “I don’t know the full background about him,” he admitted. “If you want, I can look it up and let you know about his background.” “That would be nice to know,” she told him. “Maybe I could do a follow up story about animal abuse if it sounds appealing to my producer.” “Do you really think that could happen?” He asked. “It would be a great boost in making the public more aware of animal abuse if a story made the news.” “I’ll see what I can do,” Jillian promised. “Here is my private business number at home,” she said handing him a business card. “Why don’t you leave Hector in his cage for now, and I’ll take him home after I’m done here. Oh, could you leave me a leash for him. I don’t seem to have one with me today,” she laughed jokingly. “Thanks…” she paused, trying to think of the handlers name.

 

“Jim… Jim Harper,” he said, taking the card and slipping it in his shirt pocket.

 

They left a leash with her and took the other animals back to the shelters until the new owners came around to picking them up.

 

Jillian had to attend the post-show debriefing, which she was dreading today. As expected, she had to endure a full hour of teasing about her misadventure with the large snake. The meeting had to be called to order at least five times to subdue the laughter erupted everytime somebody made a suggestive innuendo about Jillian and the animals.

 

Finally, three hours later, her torture was at an end as the meeting finally concluded. The staffers streamed out of the conference room, some still snickering back to their desks. Jillian could finally pack up and head home.

 

Part Two ‘God! What a day,’ she mused. ‘Sure am glad that was over with. Hopefully things’ll get back to normal tomorrow.’ She packed up her weather reports in her briefcase and slung the shoulder strap over her shoulder. Then the curvaceous brunette slinked her way back to the newsroom to pick up Hector for home.

 

“Growf! Growf!” The large dog barked excitedly when he saw the beautiful woman coming back towards him.

 

Grabbing the leash from the top of the cage, Jillian unfastened the latch of his cage and he merrily came rushing out. Before she could react, Hector was on his hindlegs, his tongue happily licking her face.

 

“Down boy,” she giggled. “Get back down on the floor so I can put this leash on.” But the dog just kept licking her, occasionally giving her a frenchkiss, his heavy body was making her shuffle back unsteadily.

 

“Will you get down already,” Jillian tried pushing his forelegs off her shoulders so he would drop down to the floor, but he was just too strong for her. “Yes hector, I’m taking you home with me. But we can’t get going until you let me tie this leash to your collar. Now, SIT!” Jillian was startled when the large dog obediently obeyed her command.

 

“Oh my! You are well behaved,” she said, finally latching the leash clip to the collar ring. “I’m starting to wonder if you were ever really abused. You just seem to well trained to have had a mean master.” The two made their way through the studio outside where Jillian opened the back door to her SUV and Hector jumped in without being asked. The weathergirl smiled at how well trained the dog was and got behind the wheel and started up the engine.

 

She turned her head around to back up, and was greeted with another sloppy lick from the huge dog.

 

“Now will you stop that,” she laughed as his tongue found her mouth again. “How is a girl supposed to drive safely with you licking her every minute,” she said, laughing again.

 

The drive home was a challenge. Not only did she have to contend with the infamous LA gridlock, but also the overly friendly dog that relentlessly tried lapping her face. Jillian even had to pull over once when the large Labrador leapt to the front seat and began sniffing at her crotch.

 

A truck driver honked his horn at seeing the large dog’s head buried in the slim woman’s lap as it tried to get at her pussy. Luckily, his cab was too high for him to see Jillian’s face.

 

“STOP THAT!” She scolded the misbehaving animal. “NOW YOU GET BACK THERE AND BEHAVE YOURSELF!” Hector slinked to the back seat and laid his head down from the severe reprimand she had just given him. From then on things went a bit smoother. But it still took her well over an hour to get to her home. By then, she was tired and frustrated.

 

She finally drove up the driveway of her home and parked her SUV. Stepping out of the vehicle, she then opened the back door to let her new guest out. The large dog excitedly jumped out and ran across the wide-open grassy lawn that was part of her home.

 

Jillian smiled momentarily at the playfulness of such a large animal. It always amazed her that no matter their ages, dogs always acted like a puppy when led to an open field. Whistling sharply to get the dog’s attention, she walked up to the front door and unlocked it. The dog raced up to her, sensing that she was inviting him and he didn’t relish the thought of being left out.

 

“Why do I put myself through that?” She said aloud. “Every damn day it’s the same thing. Two hours to work and two hours back.” She kicked off her shoes and walked in her black-stockinged feet into the kitchen where she was met by her menagerie of pets. She had three cats, which she amusingly named Inny, Miny and Moe. They also had four dogs of various breeds named Clyde, Jonas, Hans and Damien. Most of them were saved from the pound, all except for Damien. Damien was a large black Doberman, he was purchased as a guard dog for the house, yet was treated as lovingly as all the others.

 

“Yes, yes. I know babies,” she leaned down to greet her pets. “Mommies home and I’ll get your food out in a minute. By the way, babies, this is Hector. He’ll just be staying a few days, so play nice.” Bending her knees, she greets her cats and dogs as always, and they lap their tongues on her face lovingly. Hector just sat on his hindlegs feeling a bit left out by their loving reunion. With all the pets she has, they have to wait patiently their turn to cuddle with their mistress, but sometimes some of them would lose patience and just jump in.

 

Clyde was in such a state today. Clyde was another dog that Jillian had rescued on the show. He was a year-old Golden Retriever that nobody was interested in because of a mild jaw disorder, which she paid to have corrected. Now he was a happy family member to the household.

 

In his impatience to give his mistress his daily lap, he was running around her kneeled position trying to find an opening to jump in. Then his nose picked up a strange scent. He quickly traced it as emanating from under her skirt and decided to investigate.

 

Jillian had all but forgotten that she had discarded her panties back at the studio, so she almost jumped out of her skin when she felt Clyde’s tongue against her naked cunt.

 

“Jesus! Clyde,” she yelped, jumping up to her feet. “What got into you? You shouldn’t do that to mommy.” Clyde just looked up, head tilted, confused as to what he might have done wrong. Jillian just looked at him and broke out laughing, realizing that he obviously didn’t do that intentionally.

 

She walked past her German Shepherd, Hans, then proceeded to pour out their food in the various dishes laid out around the kitchen. As soon as one bowl was filled, the respective pet would dig in and crunch on their meal. Hector stood impatiently, his large tail wagging as he jealously watched the other animals getting fed.

 

Jillian hadn’t forgotten her guest and she pulled out a large bowl that she kept around for such occasions and poured him a large helping as well. Hector ran to the offering and skidded to a halt across the slick floor, eliciting a burst of laughter from the pretty weathergirl.

 

“Now you get away from Hector’s bowl Jonas,” she laughingly scolded her greedy Beagle.

 

The flabby dog reluctantly abandoned that bowl to go back to his own.

 

Seeing that all her pets were now fed, she walked upstairs to the bedroom, unfastening her clothing as she walked. By the time she walked into the bedroom, all she had to do was take off her silk-shirt and let her skirt drop to the floor. Knowing that she was all alone in the house, she didn’t even bother closing the double doors of her bedroom.

 

Now in only her bra and stockings, she walked into the large bathroom and started the water running in the large tub.

 

“Oooh, a refreshing bubblebath is going to feel nice after a day like today,” she purred, feeling the water run through her fingers as she tested the temperature.

 

Once she was satisfied that the bath wouldn’t be too hot, she went back to her bedroom and removed the last vestige of clothing off her body. Then she stood in front of the full- length mirror and cupped her tits, pinching her nipples.

 

“Mmmmh!” She murmured to herself, cupping her naked breast in her hands. “I do love the way I look,” she said with a smile.

 

She then ran her hands down her slim body to her shaved pussy, which her friend Pamela Anderson convinced her to do a few years back. Since then, both of them would get together every month to shave each other, among other things.

 

Just then, the phone rang. She quickly picked up.

 

“Hello?” She answered.

 

“Hey, Jilly,” a sexy voice sounded on the phone. “It’s me, Pam. What you got planned tonight?” Jillian recognized her celebrity friend, Pamela Anderson, immediately. They had met years ago when Pam was still on {Home Improvement} with Tim Allen. They quickly became friends and had remained so ever since.

 

As she spoke on the phone, she ran her fingers across the protruding clit of her labia and smiled. She quickly recalled all the times they had shared together, but in leisure and in lovemaking.

 

“Hi Pam,” she smiled. “Nothing really. I was just about ready to take a bubblebath. Why don’t you come over… in say an hour and we’ll chat awhile.” “Sounds like a plan,” Pam said. “See you later.” Hanging up the phone, Jillian then strode across the bedroom in the buff for that refreshing bath. Stepping into the huge bathtub, she slid down and lay on her back, letting the bubbles relax her tensed body. Just as she was beginning to enjoy her bath, the telephone rang again.

 

“Damn!” She swore as she pulled herself out of the tub, water dripping on the floor to answer the phone. “Always happens when you’re in the tub.” She made her way back to her bedroom, not bothering to cover herself. After all, she was all alone in the house. Her wet body dripping puddles of soapy water as she made her way back to the phone.

 

“Hello?” She said.

 

“Hello, Miss Barberie?” A man’s voice replied. “Hope I’m not disturbing you. This is Jim. Jim Harper from the shelter. I got some information on Hector.” “Oh yes, Jim,” she remember him. “So, what have you found out.” “There’s not much on his file,” Jim told her. “It just says that he was a movie dog. Guess he was one of those stunt animals, that’s why he was brought to us, for his own good.” “Mmmmh! That’s probably true,” Jillian said thoughtfully. “I can see why some shelter’s would consider those animals to be in danger, considering what they are asked to do. Thanks, Jim. I’ll see what I can work out with my director. Thanks for calling back so fast.” “No problem Miss Barberie,” he replied. “I’m glad we have people like you who care enough to help these creatures.” “Have to go now,” she told him, knowing her bath was cooling as she spoke. “I’ll see you next time. Bye!” “Goodbye, ma’am,” he said.

 

With that, the phone connection was broken.

 

“Now back to my bubbles,” she grinned as she walked back to her bubblebath, water trailing off her body to the tiled floor.

 

********************* Meanwhile, back in the kitchen, Hector had finished with the meal Jillian had prepared for him. Being in a new house, it was only natural for him to begin exploring his new environment. For the next fifteen minutes, the large dog explored the main floor of that large home. Then once satisfied that there was nothing of interest for him there, he made his way up the staircase to explore the upstairs.

 

********************* Jillian was recalling the events of the day, especially what went on during her Adopt-A-Pet segment. Nothing like that had ever happened before and she had to giggle at the absurdity of it. First that damn snake slithering its way down her cleavage to explore her cunt. Just the thought of that made her clit tingle in excitement.

 

She closed her eyes as her arousal mounted at the memory of that moment. That devilish slithering tongue darting in and out of her pussylips, and its striking her aroused clit.

 

In response to her recalling this, Jillian instinctly began finger-fucking herself. She would imagine that her finger was the snake’s tongue. Or better yet, she would imagine that it was its large head shoving its way inside her.

 

‘God, why is this exciting me so much?’ She thought to herself, realizing that she was fantasizing about an animal in this way. ‘This is sick. People don’t do stuff like this for real. Do they?’ But her body was aroused by now and she couldn’t control her urges even if she wanted to.

 

‘After all, what harm is there in just fantasizing about it,’ she told herself. ‘It’s not like I’m doing anything for real.’ And so, she continued to pleasure herself while thinking of the snake doing the same. The more excited she got, the more her twitching body would splash water from the tub to the floor.

 

‘God, this is the horniest I’ve felt in ages,’ she thought as her masturbation continued.

 

Then her mind drifted to the sandpapery sensation of Hector’s thick tongue when he got under her skirt and licked her already wet and exposed pussy.

 

“God, what a tongue,” she gasped, complimenting the memory of the dog unintentionally. “If only Bret could do the same.” She pinched her nipples with the other hand as she continued to finger-fuck herself. With her eyes closed, she luxuriated in the hot memory of that thick tongue slobbering across her pussylips and stiff clit. She would remember how close the dog had made her cum in front of everybody. But she couldn’t even conceive of orgasming to a dog.

 

********************* Meanwhile, Hector was happily exploring his new home. The large dog had already gone through one guestroom, making a mess of the bed sheets, and was now nudging his snout against the master bedroom. He could hear the water splashing in the adjoining bathroom and stealthily approached the doorway.

 

The sight that greeted him was not all that unfamiliar to the sex-movie dog. Many times, in his past experiences, he had seen a human bitch pleasuring herself in this fashion, and this usually led to his assistance being called on. Already the scent of her sexy jism wafted its way to his sensitive nose.

 

With the scent of sex in the air, he knew what was expected of him. As his training called him too, the large Labrador’s cock began pumping full of blood. Within moments, the tip of his phallus began peeking out of its furry sheath and elongating in preparation to his duties.

 

Had a camera been focused on the dog’s face, it would have caught what could only be described as a grin.

 

********************* Jillian remained oblivious to the audience that her masturbating had attracted. She was too lost in the rapture of orgasming with her hands to bother noticing anything else.

 

“Oh! Oh! Oooooh! Cumming!” Jillian began moaning. “Cumming! Fuck! Ungh! I’… I’m cumming! CUMMMMMMING!” Suddenly a sheet of water splashed from the tub as Jillian Barberie orgasmed, her back arching sharply in rapture. Her powerful climax startled the dog and he scampered back into the master bedroom. Her orgasm seemed to last an eternity as her jism rose to the top of the bath water, her fingers still feverishly working in and out of her sucking pussylips.

 

“Jesus H. Christ!” She gasped, finally settling down from her climax. “Tha… that was the best I’ve had in ages.” Then she became quiet and pensive as she considered what had just happened, her fingers slowly rubbing her clit as she thought about this.

 

“Why is that?” She asked herself. “Why did I cum so hard?” As she thought about what had just transpired, she suddenly came to the realization that maybe it was her thinking about the animal encounters she had had today. First that snake rubbing her pussy, then there was that damn dog Hector and his probing tongue.

 

‘Coul… could that be it?’ She thought. ‘Could it be because of them?’ Almost in an automatic response, she felt her clit twitch under her fingers when she even thought about the animals.

 

‘Oh god!’ Her mind reeled at that conclusion. ‘I’m becoming such a slut. I need a drink.’ With that, she pulled herself back up to her feet and stepped out of the tub. She quickly saw the wet mess she had made with all of her gyrating in the water and walked cautiously across the bathroom to the towel rack. Grabbing one, she began drying herself off as she considered the implication of the bestial conclusion she came too.

 

Just then, Hector poked his head back at the doorway. He immediately saw the naked female and barked loudly in appreciation to her body.

 

The dog’s sudden bark startled Jillian and she turned herself around to face the source. But her sudden twist caused her feet to slide out from under her on the soapy wet tiles and she went crashing heavily on her back, her head hitting the floor with a loud thud.

 

Her vision fogged and her eyelids fluttered as she lost consciousness. The last thing her mind registered was the large black Labrador approaching her prone, naked body on the bathroom floor.

 

Part Three As Jillian lay unconscious on the bathroom floor, Hector sauntered in and sniffed her body. His nose quickly picked up the residual scent of her sex despite her time in the water. He immediately began doing what he knew best. He started licking her shaved pussy, paying particular attention to her stiff clit.

 

As the large dog ravished her vagina with his raspy tongue, her body reacted instinctly and became aroused despite her unconscious state. With each stroke of the dog’s tongue her sexual aroma would escape and waif into the air, permeating the room.

 

********************* Soon, her own pets began picking up her scent and followed it as any animal would. One by one, they would make their way into their mistress’ bedroom and then into the large bathroom. Soon all three of her cats and the four dogs were sitting in the bathroom, watching.

 

The animals looked on, their heads tilted sideways in confusion, as Hector was licking what looked like a bitch’s sex. But this was their human mistress, how could this be? But the scent in the air told them that this was exactly what it looked like. For some reason their mistress also had a fuck hole, just like all the other bitches they’d mounted in the past.

 

Her pets just sat and watched, sniffing the air as her aroma filled their lungs. Then the most amazing thing began happening to them. They could feel their own cocks stirring in their furry sheaths.

 

********************* Hector paid little attention to the bestial audience that had entered the room. He had done this many times in front of humans as well as with other dogs, not to mention cameras. He simply concentrated his efforts to the pussy before him. All the while, his cock kept growing and stiffening. Already it had reached a length of eight inches long and three inches in girth, but he had another four inches left in him.

 

********************* Though she remained unconscious through this, Jillian’s subconscious mind was reacting all too clearly to the dog’s lapping tongue. As her clit stiffened under Hector’s ministering licking, her legs moved wider apart to give him better access. This was not lost to the large dog as he drove his stiff tongue deep inside her clenching vagina, reaching depths Jillian would never have thought possible.

 

Meanwhile, Jillian’s three cats were the first to make a move. As if in concert, they approached their prone mistress and began licking at her mouth and nipples with their raspy tongues. The one at her mouth would occasionally lick inside her parted lips, giving her a bestial frenchkiss, which Jillian would subconsciously return.

 

“Mmmmmmh!” Jillian moaned sexily from all of their sandpapery licking, causing her legs to part even wider.

 

Soon, the three cats couldn’t wait any longer. Two of them began humping themselves against her tits, their tiny stiff cocks rubbing over her hardened nipples. Meanwhile the third one found the perfect alternative to a pussycat pussy, her mouth. His smallish three-inch cock found its mark and he also began humping her face.

 

In her present state, Jillian had no knowledge of what was happening to her, so her mouth began sucking the humping cock energetically, urging it to fill her mouth with jism.

 

Meanwhile, the five dogs in the room looked on as the three cats humped the unconscious weathergirl with their puny cocks, Hector never missing a stroke with his tongue as he peered up her naked body.

 

As the large Labrador kept licking her, Jillian’s body began twitching. She was nearing an orgasm despite being unconscious through it all.

 

The three felines were also nearing a climax and they increased the tempo of their humping. Suddenly warm spurts of catty jism sprayed across her tits, leaving a creamy streak over her smooth skin. The third cat finally unloaded in her sucking mouth and she greedily sucked it down her throat not caring that the source of this jism was from an animal.

 

As soon as they had completed their task, the three felines jumped off their mistress and slinked out of the room for some private grooming.

 

As soon as the three cats moved away from their mistress, the four dogs bolted across the room and began sniffing her naked body. The scent of sex covered her by now.

 

Damien, her Doberman, and Hans, the German Shepherd, took charge of either of her jutting tits. Both dogs were energetically licking off the catty jism that covered her mounds. And when that was gone, they just kept on licking, causing her to moan in unconscious ecstasy.

 

As for her remaining dogs, Clyde and Jonas, they shared her gaping mouth. The dogs were competing to get their tongue inside her mouth to get at the cat’s deposit there. Soon they fell into an alternating licking where Jillian’s mouth wasn’t vacant for more than a second at a time.

 

By this time, Hector could sense that this human bitch was ready for mounting. He had already licked two orgasms from her hole, which was normally what was called for from him. So, he backed away a few inches and waited for her to assume the proper position.

 

The large dog tilted his head in confusion. The bitch wouldn’t change position. No matter, he was well trained in servicing women.

 

He approached her unconscious form once again, straddling his body over her prone shape. Next, he squatted his hindquarters down until he was lying across her chest, making it a bit more difficult for Damien and Hans to keep in contact with her aroused tits. It didn’t take him long for his cock to locate the woman’s pussy and he shoved forward, burying his cockhead inside her.

 

As he shoved his haunches forward, Jillian’s unconscious body would just slide across the wet bathroom floor, frustrating the large stud. But he just kept on pushing and pushing.

 

Eventually, Jillian’s shoulders made contact with the step leading up to the sunken bathtub and finally Hector could feel his hard shaft make its way into her tight cunt. Inch by inch, his large phallus would disappear in her gulping pussy, and still, she remained unconscious.

 

Clyde finally decided that his cock needed some relief as well. Shoving the stubby Beagle aside, Jillian’s Golden Retriever straddled himself over her head and began humping blindly. His stiff six incher occasionally brushing across his mistress’ lips.

 

At the contact of a stiff, warm cock against her lips, Jillian’s subconscious mind instinctively parted her lips and began searching, trying to capture the mystery cock. Like a sleeping baby in search of its mother’s nipple to suckle on, her lips would purse and her tongue would dart out looking for nourishment.

 

After a few futile attempts, Clyde finally felt her lips wrapping around his shaft and he yipped excitedly, increasing his thrust tempo. The dog finally found the hole he was looking for and was happily fucking his mistress as the visiting Labrador continued humping her pussy. All the while her Doberman and German Shepherd continued running their tongues over her tits.

 

Jillian’s mouth was suckling lovingly at the mysterious cock that had imbedded itself in her mouth, despite being unconscious still.

 

But poor Jonas, her Beagle, was still left out. The stubby dog was shoved aside by Clyde and now was jumping around, looking for some place to get his jollies.

 

Being such a short dog, he worked his way under the large Labrador and made his way to his mistress’ crotch. Once there, he found the treasure he was looking for. In this new position, the small dog could easily lick Jillian’s ass or lick the bestial coupling at her pussy. And the stubby dog seemed to take pleasure in alternating from one to the other.

 

So there lay Jillian Barberie, naked on her bathroom floor, unconscious, and being ravaged by five very virile canines. Yet, her body was reacting quite positively to the whole experience.

 

Finally, Hector managed to bury his full twelve inches into the slumbering woman and he just lay on top of her heaving chest, humping slightly. His knot had found its way past her slackened pussylips and they were tied in this position until he emptied his balls.

 

From under the bestial coupling of the Labrador and his mistress, Jonas was licking her pussy as well as Hector’s oversized balls. This added attention would only expedite the huge dog’s climax.

 

Clyde, being new at this, was humping furiously into Jillian’s mouth trying to empty his own load as quickly as possible. Already he was squirting shots of pre-cum in her mouth, which Jillian instinctively swallowed with no protest.

 

This left only the two larger dogs, Damien and Hans. They were still only limited to licking and nibbling on her protruding nipples and breasts. Though this was nowhere as exciting as burying their hard penises in their mistress’ holes, they were content to wait for their shot at her.

 

Part Four “Hey, Jill! You home?” Pamela Anderson called out as she let herself into her friends home. “It’s me, Pam.” But there was no answer. The blonde bombshell from the TV show VIP looked around the downstairs rooms in search for her friend. But she couldn’t find any trace of her. She knew that she should be here because she had called earlier and they had agreed to meet.

 

Being a celebrity herself, she began fretting that maybe a stalker had found his way in the house. She quickly took out the can of mace that she always had with her and quietly made her way up the stairs towards the bedrooms.

 

‘God, I hope nothing’s wrong,’ she told herself. ‘This isn’t a movie, this is real.’ The voluptuous blonde moved quietly along the wall, trying to remain invisible to a possible intruder. She cautiously opened one door and took a quick look inside. Sure that nobody was there, she moved on the next, then the next one after than and the next. Each time releasing a breath in relief.

 

The only room left to check was Jillian’s master bedroom. She just as quietly made her way towards the open door and peered inside. She didn’t see anything, but she did hear some panting noise coming from the open bathroom door.

 

‘Oh God!’ She swore to herself. ‘Someone is here. Get a grip of yourself Pam. Jill needs your help. She’s probably getting raped in there. Steady now.’ After giving herself that pep talk, she took a deep breath and stood next to the bathroom door as she had done many times on her TV show. Cautiously, she moved her head to the edge of the door, her mace can at the ready.

 

Peering around the corner of the doorframe, she just stood there gaping in shock at the sight that greeted her.

 

“Holy shit!” She gasped.

 

There, on the floor, lay her best friend Jillian Barberie. And on top of her was this huge strange black dog, its cock clearly imbedded in Jillian’s pussy. The mace can in her hand slipped from her fingers to clank loudly on the tiled floor.

 

The noise of the can striking the floor snapped her out of her shock and she gazed at the scene before her. So shocked was she to walk in on this, she never even noticed the other dogs swarming the unconscious brunette. Now that she took the time to look things over, Pamela could see her friend’s Retriever humping his cock into her sucking mouth and the two larger dogs licking at her tits.

 

But she had to look carefully for Jonas, Jillian’s other dog. She found him tucked under the large dog fucking her friend, licking at both her pussy and the large dog cock stuck in it.

 

“Fuck, Jillian,” she swore. “I’d never have thought you were into this.” But there was no response. Pamela came closer and that’s when she realized that her friend was unconscious as the dogs had their way with her.

 

“Oh god, Jill,” she said, kneeling to feel for a pulse. “What happened to you? Damien! Hans! Get away from her!” The two large dogs backed away at the sharp command the blonde woman gave them, but their lust persisted in their groin.

 

When Pamela tried to push Clyde off Jillian’s face, the Golden Retriever bared his fangs at her and she backed away. The same reaction came from Hector when she tried to move him off her. Besides, it wouldn’t have helped, he was already tied with this human bitch and he couldn’t move away even if he wanted to.

 

Pamela squatted helplessly as she could only watch, as the two dogs remained imbedded in Jillian’s two holes. Without realizing it, her own cunt was moistening as she observed how juicy and hard the dog cocks looked.

 

“Mmmmmh!” She heard Jillian moan sexily, despite being unconscious.

 

Clyde finally howled loudly, and when Pamela turned her attention to him she could see his balls twitching, a sign that he was cumming in Jillian’s mouth. Her hands instinctly moved down to her own crotch and rubbed themselves over her rapidly aroused labia.

 

“Mmmmmmmh!” Jillian moaned again, a tinge of orgasm in its tone.

 

“Jeeesus!” She groaned. “This is so weird.” She quickly realized how arousing this was to her. She slipped a hand past the waistband of her shorts and began stroking her clit and pussylips as she continued watching the dog pump his spunk in her unconscious friend’s mouth. Her tongue subconsciously running over her lips in thirst for some herself.

 

Hector howled soon after, emptying his load in Jillian’s cock-stuffed pussy. Pamela shifted her gaze from Jillian’s mouth to her crotch, trying to capture every second of the bestial action. Then she gasped when the large dog got up to his feet and lifted her friend’s cunt with him. She just stared in disbelief as Jillian remained suspended in the air to the dog’s crotch. Slowly, but steadily, she saw Jillian’s pussylips widen, allowing the dog’s knot to pull free.

 

With Jillian pulled up and away from his reach, Jonas whined in complaint. He too joined the other dogs to wait patiently for is chance at mounting with the mistress.

 

So engrossed in the scene before her, Pamela quickly stripped off her clothes. For her, this was quickly accomplished as she rarely wore any underwear. Within moments, she stood there in the bathroom naked, except for her high-heeled shoes.

 

Now she could indulge in some hard pussy playing as she watched the two dogs finish themselves off on her friend.

 

A moment later, Clyde, his balls emptied, pulled out of Jillian’s suckling mouth, leaving a trail of jism across her cheek.

 

Pamela couldn’t control herself. She got down on her hand and knees and gave the unconscious Jillian Barberie a deep frenchkiss, trying to get some of that doggy jism for a taste. After her first taste, she couldn’t get enough of it. She moved to Jillian’s cheeks and cleaned off what the dog had deposited there as well.

 

Now, with the large dog out of the way, she could also play with Jillian’s rock-hard nipples. Never in all their time together had she felt those nubs so hard.

 

The large Doberman and German Shepherd and the short stubby Beagle sat patiently out of the way, waiting for their turn at their mistress. They just watched, their heads tilted in confusion, as their mistress’ light colored friend was licking their companion’s seed off their sleeping mistress.

 

A loud slurping sound caught Pam’s attention and she turned her head to see where it was coming from. What she saw almost made her cum.

 

Hector’s thick knot was breaking free and his foot long cock was slowly slurping out of Jillian’s clutching pussylips. Pamela would never have believed that such a tool could belong to an animal, especially not a dog. Inch by long inch, the dog’s cock slipped out, moist with a mixture of Jillian’s own cum and the dog’s.

 

Pamela watched thirstily as the wet phallus pulled out, glistening with sex. Then, suddenly, Jillian and the huge dog just broke apart. The weathergirl’s body thumping loudly and unceremoniously to the floor, doggy jism pouring out of her gaping pussy.

 

As if dying of thirst in the desert, Pamela crawled down to Jillian’s pussy and began licking out her friend’s cunt. She couldn’t believe how much cum was in there. As fast as she could lick it, much more would drip to the tiled floor of the bathroom.

 

She then felt the presence of another tongue next to her own. Looking up, she smiled when she realized that it was just Jonas, the chubby Beagle, helping her lick Jillian clean.

 

“Nice doggy,” she laughed. “Lick mommy good now.” “Mmmmmmh!” Pamela heard Jillian moan again, consciousness slowly returning to her.

 

“I better try to fix this,” Pam told herself.

 

Stepping back, she gazed at her prone friend and was about to cover her with a large towel when something caught her attention.

 

“It can’t be,” she gasped, looking down more closely at the licking Beagle.

 

Under Jonas’ belly, stood erect, a cock to compete with the large black dog that had fucked Jillian just moments before. Its size, grossly disproportionate to the diminutive body of the dog. Jonas measured about two feet from snout to butt, and his cock clearly extended a foot, if not more under his fat underside.

 

Quickly glancing from Jillian’s face to her crotch, then the doorway, Pamela considered what she should do about this. He options were simple. She could either clear the dogs out of the room before Jillian regained consciousness. Or help the stubby dog get his rocks off.

 

She opted for the latter.  

If you enjoyed this story, don't keep it secret! Tag it in your favourites, at deli.cio.us, StumbleUpon etc or consider sharing a link on your blog, mailing list or web page. Use this button to bookmark this post:

Here's a link and short description you can use:
Site: http://www.beastiality--stories.com
Description: This site contains free beastiality stories and bestiality movie reviews including dog sex, horse sex and other animal sex.

Number of reads for this story:27121

This entry was posted on Tuesday, February 12th, 2008 at 12:35 pm and is filed under Dog Sex Stories. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.