MY DOG FULFILLS ME MORE THAN MEN The men had disappointed me. She had no children and was divorced; at 35 years old ther

MY DOG FULFILLS ME MORE THAN MEN The men had disappointed me. She had no children and was divorced; at 35 years old there was enjoyed sex very little, perhaps because she did not know the man capable of satisfy my most secret and impure desires, to such a degree that many times I I asked if she was frigid. In the midst of a sea of doubts I went to live alone in a apartment and I took Sultan, a beautiful Saint Bernard dog that I adored and for whom I would have been able to give even my life, given the love that I he professed. Once installed in what would be my new home, so as not to spending the night alone I installed my dog on a rug in my bedroom, at the foot of my double bed, so big and lonely. That hot July night I felt tremendously excited and I regretted not having a lover to fuck tirelessly and put in practice my most lustful fantasies. I had just left my friends after dinner in a good restaurant and had drunk more than necessary. She was wearing a very fine linen dress. floaty and short, which showed my shapely legs and very thighs. tanned by the sun. I looked at myself in the bathroom wall mirrors and had fun dancing very horny and, mischievously, she passed her tongue between my lips as a sign of wanting to suck a tremendous and erect phallus that I imagined right in front of me face, while listening to the jingle of my high-heeled shoes S9ing too much strong in the silence of the early morning. At the same time, my mind began to evoke the annoyance of my neighbors; I thought one of them might knock on my door, outraged by the scandal that was born by stomping and dancing in the bathroom. If that happened, I would approach him provocatively, while I freed my breasts and ardently pinched my nipples with the tip of my hands. fingers, and with more sensual steps, I would slowly open my legs until I was few centimeters of his body and that delicious member that by then I would already be swollen with desire; immediately, I would be completely freed from the remaining clothes and I would turn until I was facing away from him so that my incipient lover could delight in a pair of firm buttocks offered to him without restriction. Then, surely he would hold me tightly by the hips to penetrate me without mercy while I would make the task easier for him by bending slightly little by little forward to open my ass to the maximum and be able to feel that exquisite piece of meat in the depths of my bowels and like that, like two lovers passionate, we would make love all night long. But that was just a fiction, so I rolled up my sleeves I took off my skirt and sat astride the toilet. I had red silk underwear tied around my ankles, so I took them off and assumed a more comfortable position. I caressed my vulva and played with my curly hair, enjoying to the fullest caressing the edges with unhealthy insistence wrinkled and pink of my intimate lips; after pulling one of them I I started to urinate, enjoying the splash of the hot liquid on my face. cover. Then I slid one of my trembling fingers across her clitoris. that stood out from my damp hair, while I buried another pair in the hollow of my crotch When I got up I took off my dress, then I took off my bra and my beautiful and very voluminous tits swung in the air. I looked in the mirror and enjoyed seeing my youthful pubes. thick, raw pink labia, which when opened between my thighs they doubled It was like an open, wet mouth that wanted to be penetrated by the penis of a very well-endowed, strong and wild man. I longed, I longed for a human Tarzan with a tie and a bill well nourished on the bench that would electrify my skin with its kisses and caresses and that, penetrating me without mercy, would transport me to the paradise of supreme enjoyment. Waking up from my gratifying but utopian fantasies, I I went to the kitchen and took a jar of honey from the cupboard; I smeared my fingers and I headed very determinedly to the bedroom. There was the Sultan, big, burly, looking at me with his burning eyes I noticed his small floppy ears and his slanted mouth, drooling He raised his short, large, robust neck as he addressed me. I looked at his lower abdomen and saw his enormous member coming out of his hood rising provocatively. It was red, thick and very long, so I couldn't help but get excited, so I gave him my fingers full of honey that he He sucked eagerly. Nervous about the decisive step I was going to take, I sat on the edge of the bed and I showed him my open vulva, pink, wet and above all, hungry I rubbed my sex, slit, lips and their areas with honey nearby, thus capturing their attention. The Sultan understood my wishes and with His enormous and rough tongue licked my intimate cavity, driving me crazy with pleasure. feel the incessant rubbing of that hot piece of meat on my clitoris, until the point of making my vagina repeatedly burst into copious e incredible orgasms. I also enjoyed those maddening caresses on my anus, that was rough from the honey that I hornily spread to that area so that my faithful friend licked my rear hole. Then I got on all fours on the carpet like a bitch in jealousy and I put some woolen mittens on Sultan's paws so that he wouldn't scratch It was then that he stood up and rested his paws on my back; his whistle It was long and very fat, and although it inspired a certain fear in me, I directed that firm sword of red meat to my vagina so that it entered completely inside me. As it entered my burning grotto, it grew in me the fear of a possible tear, since the entire intimate grotto filled me after a wild impulse. I don't know how many minutes we stayed together, but while I heard his gasps rhythmic to the rhythm of a light moan of enjoyment and his drool trickle down my back, I felt a fantastic chain of orgasms and finally, after pouring a river of sperm on me, he let go of my ass and lay down on the carpet exhausted, licking that red thing that had made me feel the sky through of the most absolute and indescribable pleasure. I lost my disgust and, grateful, I sucked my Sultan's member, but I was so delighted when I felt how it shook in delicious spasms, that I did not stop until I felt him ejaculate shortly after abundantly for the second time, but this time, inside my mouth. I don't know how I was able to do it, but the truth is that I managed swallow his bitter sperm and I did not regret it, nor did I vomit as I feared. Nobody knows that I have a canine lover, but there are many men who I am currently being courted and perhaps the keys to my success with the opposite sex They are in the satisfaction I feel when having a tireless lover like my dog and the certainty I have that I will never get pregnant with him, so that I enjoy everything I can without taking any contraceptive precautions. I don't know yet if I'll decide to hook up with any of those. men who harass me, although in any case I will always have Sultan as my discreet and unconditional fucker to water my little cave when it is dry and hungry Given the success of my relationship with Sultan, I advise you, friends, if you have not yet tried an experience as maddening as the mine, don't wait any longer to roll around with your dog, who will never let you dissatisfied and, furthermore, it is less boring and more faithful than a man. I hope you like the story!! josseluishernandez@yahoo.com.mx