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After exploring and truly finding her Wild side, Sarah continues to explore and share the lifestyle.

New Horizons and New Friends
I’m jumping ahead a good few years in my life now. Not that the years I spent with Buddy and Claire weren’t memorable, but I wanted to share some of the more interesting stages of my life. By this point, I had moved out of the place I was sharing with Claire and Buddy, although I made sure I still lived local enough to visit them both as often as I could.

My relationship with Claire had deteriorated slightly over the years in that typical ‘wanting different things’ sort of way. I wanted to meet other people like me and Claire, whereas Claire only had eyes for Buddy. It was kinda sweet in its own way. It did me I had to live without Buddy, which made it one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever made, but not one I regret thankfully. Besides, me not being around every day tended to get Buddy excited whenever I came over to visit.

At the time I was freelance writing for a few blogs and magazines, that somehow paid well enough for me to afford a nice apartment on my own and live quite comfortably. It also paid for me to travel around the country to meet interesting people, although I’m not talking about the people I was paid to meet. I had registered with a few sites, getting to know a few like-minded people. Occasionally I’d get talking with one or two who after careful vetting I’d schedule in a meet while on a work trip. Often culminating in a thoroughly enjoyable time on my knees.

Looking back on it, I’m grateful everything went as smoothly as it did. I had one or two meetups that were canceled last minute and one where I got a gut feeling something felt off and cried off on my end. I wasn’t as cautious as I am today, to the point where I do sometimes worry about an old blurry photo of myself being railed by a stranger’s dog emerging on the internet.

My first such meeting was with a man I’ll call John, partly to protect his identity, mostly because I don’t think I ever got his real name. Now Mark was someone I had befriended on one of the many sites I used back then. We had been speaking for a few months and I finally felt brave enough to arrange the meet. John was surprised as while he did advertise he was looking for a playmate for his sweet Rottie, he was too shy to approach anyone.

Thankfully he was relatively close to me, only being a few hours drive rather than the several hour-long flights I’d end up making on some occasions. The things we do for Doggy Love. I drove over, booking into a hotel that I’d never actually end up sleeping in, and drove over to meet John and his wonderful Rottie called Ace.

Ace in my Hole
Ace was a sweet and handsome stud, very happy and playful while I was getting to know him and I could see that John had raised him well. There was a moment where I got Ace a little too excited. My hands too used to be able to wander close to the goods. Buddy would happily enjoy the lead-up to a handjob whereas Ace was clearly eager for more.

I was a little unprepared when Ace jumped on me so suddenly, given how much heavier he was compared to Buddy. I ended up flat on my back with an impressive scratch on my shoulder and where his claws dug into me through my top.  Being knocked flat on my ass so easily made me realize how easily Ace could overpower me and honestly, I was more than a little scared. Thankfully John hadn’t skipped out on obedience when training Ace so he was able to get my new four-legged partner to settle down.

I was still pretty shaken up by the experience, but John was kind and we ended up talking over coffee while I calmed down. We talked about our experiences and he asked how long I had been in the lifestyle. He gave me advice on how to act and handle myself around bigger dogs and what to and what not to do I ever found myself with a dog being too aggressive.

After about 20 minutes my nerves calm we returned to the side room where I teased and played with Ace. This time I asked John for what Ace likes, rather than doing what I did with Buddy. Soon I had a very happy and playful Ace, rather than the overexcited Ace I had 20 minutes earlier. He really enjoyed kissing me and I got a nice thrill each time he pressed his nose into my crotch. It was an even bigger thrill when I hiked up my skirt and felt his tongue start lapping at my pussy.

John helped give Ace a bit of a helping hand to make sure he didn’t try and jump me again. Although I think that was more of an excuse so that he could crouch down and witness his boy at work on my folds. I didn’t mind, John didn’t even ask me to do anything with him, so the least I could do was let him watch.

When I finally told John I was ready to have Ace try and mount me, I felt a little nervous again. When I felt him hop up on my back, I felt afraid again but also excited. Ace’s weight on my back, his paws hooked around my legs. His claws digging into my skin. It was different to when Buddy mounted me, it felt rawer, more primal. I felt like his bitch and good god did that feeling excite me. So much so, that I didn’t notice Ace’s aim was a little off until it was too late.

Now before this point in my life, I had had guys slip and finger or thumb into my ass when I was getting it good. Claire and I had experimented with anal play with various toys and butt plugs. But I was still a virgin back there, at least in terms of having a real cock in my ass. So when Ace finally sank his hot length into my backdoor, I was fairly surprised. Although in all my excitement about being dominated, I thankfully went with it rather than panicking and tensing up. And once the initial surprise passed, it started to feel really good. All the times I had played with my butt had paid off.

Ace’s cock felt so hot in my ass, his thrusts making my entire body shake. I felt his precum squirting into me, the hot liquid spraying into me and warming my guts. Ace’s back legs scrambling away while continued to pound my poor ass. His powerful thrusts making my ass jiggle, much to John’s amusement. Or perhaps he was just proud of his boy going to town on my rear. I was too busy enjoying being filled by a nice big thick dog cock to work out which it was.

Soon I have more Ace in my ass than I knew what to do with. He was thrusting very deep into my formerly virgin rear and soon his knot was stretching me wider than ever before. It hurt a little, but once it had fully formed and I had grown accustomed to it, it felt great. I could feel every throb and pulse of Ace’s cock as he filled me with his doggy cum.

I was slightly nervous when Ace made a move to hop off me and turn, but John was on hand to keep Ace on my back. I was glad of this for two reasons. Firstly I was already nervous enough about Ace pulling free as it was. Secondly, I really enjoyed having Ace’s warm fur pressing against me. Which was just as well as we were tied together for quite a long time.

Thankfully Ace was able to pop loose from my ass without too much trouble and discomfort. Although I did pretty much ruin my clothes with all the cum that spurted free. Still, I had enjoyed myself thoroughly and learned a lot from the experience. Not the least to always bring a spare set of clothes with me. Although John was kind enough to let me use a spare bed and wash my clothes.

All in all, I was pretty happy with my first play date and was already eagerly planning my next one. Some which went well, others which didn’t. Claire was happy to hear of my exploits when I came back to visit her and Buddy. At first, I had hoped my experiences might excite her into trying it too, but she was a one-dog woman I’m afraid.

The Wild Wild Wests
After a few years of traveling and writing, I eventually got taken on by a company that published a few magazines that they wanted me to write regular articles for. The work is self was varied and ranged from exciting to quite dull. I’d got to visit certain places and check out a few of the local attractions and then write them up. Now while this paid better, it did mean I wasn’t quite as free with my time as I had been freelancing. It also meant moving out to the west coast, which meant I didn’t get to visit Buddy or Claire anywhere close to as often as I’d have liked.

Still, while I didn’t have as much free time as I did previously, I did find myself much closer to quite a lot of people I had gotten to know on the various sites I visited. My freelance work rarely got me to come out this far, so I had a new pool of potential playmates. Some of the friends I had made on the various sites were begging me to come to visit when I could.

Now the best part about all this was I had been speaking with some of these friends long enough to know I could trust them. I was being a lot more cautious these days, I had gone off meeting with relative strangers after a few bad experiences. After all, who doesn’t like being called a whore for telling someone you won’t sleep with them so their dog could fuck you. So getting invites from people I had some trust with felt pretty good.

There was one delightful couple, in particular, I had gotten to know that I was definitely down for meeting up with. I’ll call them James and Jane West. Now while I knew I could trust them, given what we had already shared by then. That didn’t mean they’d keep me out of trouble. Although thankfully it turned out to be the best sort of trouble.

The West’s lived out of town in a nice old farmhouse which they shared with a pack of dogs, each I would eventually come to know very intimately. Now James and Jane had gotten married young, had kids who had since grown up and now doing well on their own. Their first dog had been to try and help fill the empty void of the kids. One thing led to another and now they were both thoroughly enjoying the lifestyle together.

Once I had met them a few times I was practically part of their family. To this day I’m told and reminded that there’s always a spare room waiting for me at their place. Something I have taken advantage of quite often over the years. Although, not nearly often enough according to Jane. They’re truly a wonderful couple and people I count as some of my closest friends. They’re warm welcoming and always making me laugh.

They had plenty of handsome studs of varying breeds, all very well trained and very experienced. I have a very fond memory of being tied with a very amorous Black Lab while Jane held her great Dane’s cock out for me to suck on.

When I was around them I felt so happy and alive, that I couldn’t do anything wrong. Which was part of the problem, as they were both very bad influences on me. Remember I mentioned before how there are some pictures of me in very compromising but enjoyable moments. Well, most of those were taken by either Jane or James, the rest were taken for me to share with them. Honestly, sometimes being around them was like having 2 devils on my shoulder.

One example of this is a rather compromising tattoo above my pubic region of ‘I <3 Dogs’ with the heart made to look like a dog cock and knot. I had made the mistake of complimenting the few that Jane had proudly displayed on her body. So Jane got me to explain what I would have done if I could. Then the next thing I know she’s taking me to have it done. I’ve since had a few others added. Some subtle, others even more daringly open than the first. The one I’m most proud of is the one that labels me as for K9’s only.

Through the Wests, I was able to meet up and enjoy a few playdates with owners they knew and vouched for. I was able to get my fix of Doggy Dick and continue enjoying the lifestyle. Which was just as well as the world was shifting away from turning a blind eye to our lifestyle to prohibiting it. More and more countries around the world were changing laws or getting new ones written up to stamp down on Pet loving.

A lot of websites and communities would come and go. You’d suddenly lose contact with people you knew and were speaking to until you found them again on another. The films that people were making either amateurishly or professionally required anonymity and masks were now a staple in most films. It’s something I understand and support, given how dangerous it is to be caught.

There is a single movie that only I and the Wests’ have a copy of. In their typical seek forgiveness not permission when it came to pushing my boundaries. They waited until after I was tied down to the breeding bench they had before popping a blindfold over my eyes and telling me about the camera. I was worried at first. Not that I had time to say anything before they let the first dog at me. It’s amazing how quickly a dog’s tongue exploring the depths of your ass and pussy can melt away your worries.

I was no stranger to being blindfolded or tied up, but this was the first time I had combined it with the joys of dog-loving. I was completely at the mercy of Jane and James and their entire pack of dogs. I had no idea how long I’d be tied down for. I could only judge by the sounds of the dogs walking over to me, panting and James and Jane laughing. It was a very intense experience. I can say that as a participant and a spectator when James let me have my revenge on Jane. The recording being her idea after all.

Having watched it back, I must say I’m glad they did record it. If nothing else to see just which dog bred me on that bench. Who each little scratch on my legs belonged to. It also allows me to better think back a relive the experience, or at least the sounds do.

I can thank the Wests for a lot of things, and blame for a lot more too. Without their help, I might not have been able to enjoy as many experiences as I have. I’m also slowly bringing Claire around to the idea of coming to visit them with me. It helps that it’s not to meet up and do anything, but simply just to meet them. The Wests don’t try to push anyone they know doesn’t want to be pushed. They just knew that I wanted to be pushed as far as I could go. Although Knowing Jane and her silver tongue, she might convince Claire where I haven’t been able to.

The Future
Well, that’s my story, or perhaps at least some highlights of it. Now I look towards the future with the prospect of having my own place once more. I’m no longer traveling for my job so I can look at getting my own puppy once again. The West’s have said I can have my pick from the litter of a pair they’ve bred from their pack. I must admit it feels a little strange to think I’ll be taking home a pup whose father will have bred me at one point.

I’m still speaking to Claire, she’s planning to visit me once I’ve settled in, she’s even bringing Buddy to meet my new puppy when I have him. It’s crazy to think Buddy’s as old as he is now, but I’m looking forward to seeing him again. There’s a small part of me that hopes I can convince Claire to come and live with me.

Perhaps it’s the nostalgia of getting a puppy, the idea of us raising them together. I must admit I think Buddy would like the K9 company and would love the fresher air and much nicer countryside. I’ll ask Claire and see what she thinks, I know better from my own experience to try and push it. Although I’m hoping she’ll at least think about it.

Well, I hoped you enjoyed my tales and that maybe you’ll be encouraged she share your own.

Just remember to stay safe my fellow pervs,
Sarah.

Published in Bestiality Stories

1 Comment
  1. stardog 2 weeks ago

    Lovely story Sarah. You are lucky to have had so many wonderful experiences you have had over the years. I hope you are continuing to have fun and being safe.

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