Tales of Forbidden Desire

As Beastiality is illegal in most countries I can not condone the behavior. But for a fantasy it's damn erotic. I hope this little story makes you as wet reading it as it did me writing it. As always, this is not based on any persons living or dead and any resemblance is coincidental.

Tales of Forbidden Desire
Story Two
The Makings of a Dog slut
Warnings: Slight sexual harassment, oral sex, hand job, consensual sex, beastiality

Sarah tried to ease her furrowed brows and remove the annoyed expression from her face. She hated when that sleazy colleague Jack tried to flirt with her. If flirting is what you could call it. Ogling was probably a more correct label. Honestly, what made men think that staring at her breasts and smirking would endear her towards his efforts of asking her out?

With a sigh she straightened, then re-straightened the stack of papers on the corner of her desk. Anything to avoid looking at the clock again as she waited out the last twenty minutes of the work day. Getting the legal secretary job for one of the leading law firms in Atlanta had been a Godsend. But had she known that it would entitle working with employees like Jack, she might have given the head clerical position at the hospital more than a cursory once-over.

She ran a hand through her hair and glanced at the lower right-hand corner of the computer screen. 5:43. Great, she thought as she tapped her nails on the mahogany desk. Seventeen more minutes with nothing to do but ignore annoying junior partners. Sarah picked up the stack of papers and pretended to be busy sorting them. What was the point? The boss had gone home early; she didn’t even really need to stay since she had completed everything that she could do at the moment.

Leaning back in the leather chair she weighed her options. Leaving a few minutes early wasn’t a firing worthy offense if it managed to make its way back to one of the partners, although it would be frowned upon. She hated to be a less than stellar employee four months into the job, but staying and dealing with Brian for even another moment was almost too much to bear. She mulled the decision and then made up her mind as the dreaded Jack once again rounded the office corner, heading towards her desk. She shoved the papers out of the way, turned off the computer and monitor, and grabbed her purse in record speed.

Pushing back from the desk she rose and rushed to the other side of the room. There was no way around it, she’d have to pass him on the way out. Smiling only enough to avoid being rude, but hopefully not enough to be encouraging, she murmured a good-bye to Jack and pressed on to the elevator.

Two steps away she cursed. The bastard was going to follow her. Maneuvering her way into the empty elevator she groaned internally as he followed her inside. She stood by the floor buttons, trying to stay as far away as was possible in such a small place. “Which parking floor are you on?” she asked politely.

Jack smiled again, and instead of answering he leaned in to press P2, his arm grazing the side of her breast. She clenched her teeth and took half a step back as she tried not to glare into the silver doors. She looked a t the button panel and counted the floors as they descended. Thank God for small favors that they weren’t on the same parking floor. Although next time he would probably try to rectify that.

“Are you going to the company dinner next Saturday?” he asked. She flushed. Only partners, junior partners, and a few select employees were invited to those dinners, as he damn well knew. “No,” she replied sternly.

“That’s too bad. Well…” he paused, obviously trying to appear to be thinking. “Perhaps it’s not. My date cancelled on me, family issues,” he explained with a sneer, “and you would make a lovely replacement. Would you like to go?”

She turned to him, for once glad that the smile was genuine. “Thank you for the offer, but I’ve already made plans.”

He frowned. Obviously it was not the answer he had anticipated. She tried to hold back the childish pleasure at pissing him off, hoping it didn’t show on her face but at the same time wishing it did. Maybe he’d finally take the hint. The muscle below his left eye twitched, whether in anger or simple aggravation at having his plans thwarted she wasn’t sure, but the hard glint to his eyes made her pause in her delight. She shouldn’t forget that he was the youngest lawyer in the firm, which meant that he was also the most ruthless. No, underestimating his jerkiness would he hazardous.

A mere moment later all traces of anger and disappointment faded as he once again smiled, flashing his perfect, white teeth. He looked her up and down slowly, obviously inappropriately. “Well, that’s just too bad,” he replied.

The elevator chimed as the doors slid open to reveal the first parking lot floor. Sarah didn’t waste another minute as she brushed past him to leave. She sighed in relief as the doors slid shut behind her and she was left alone in the building’s underground parking garage. Digging her keys from her purse she found her car and pressed the unlock button. Throwing her purse into the passenger seat she scrambled in and shut the door. As the engine roared to life she threw the gear shift into reverse and headed home.


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Apartment keys jingling in hand she unlocked the door and entered the sanctuary of her quiet apartment. “I’m home,” she called out, smiling as she dropped her purse onto the little table in the hallway and the sound of nails clicking on hardwood floors drifted down the hallway. Sarah turned to lock the door then greeted Baxter as he came down the hall to greet her. Bending slightly at the waist she reached to rub his head and ears.

The Lab mix that she and her now ex-boyfriend had adopted two years ago had grown from the gangly, adorable puppy to the 90 pound dog that was now sitting before her. A pain stabbed her heart when she thought of Brian, but she pushed it away before the memories could surface. Better not to think of the three year commitment which ended with his betrayal. She shook her head and sighed. Baxter cocked his head and whined, as if to ask ‘what’s wrong?’ She shook her head again.

Dinner was a simple, quick affair accompanied by more wine that was probably wise. But hey, it was Friday night and she was allowed to drink as much as she wanted to since she didn’t have to work the next day. She took one more sip of the lovely chianti and leaned back in the chair, one hand resting on her full stomach. This, surely, was bliss. Good food, a great vintage, and no work tomorrow. Baxter nudged her free hand and was rewarded with a quick scratch on the head. Oh yeah, and the world’s best friend.

She turned her head to look at the dog, “you won’t ever leave me, will you Baxter?” He whined and pushed his cold nose into her palm, then licked it. “Eew,” she muttered half heartedly, and then took another sip and drained the glass of alcohol. A slow throb had started between her legs with the first glass of wine, until it had grown to a small buzz and then a more pressing throbbing/buzzing combination with each succeeding glass of wine.

Sarah rose from the table as she mused over the wine’s effect and the length of time since her last orgasm. Let’s see, she thought to herself, Brian left three months ago so it had been… oh yeah… three months. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. Sometimes it really sucked to be as prudish about sex as she was. Pain stabbed again through her heart. Maybe that was why he cheated, why he left. She closed her eyes and banished the painful thoughts.

Well, she didn’t need him. That’s what vibrators were for. Moving away from the table she vowed to clean up the night’s mess in the morning. Right now, she had more pressing matters to attend to. Like fucking her brains out until she didn’t have the energy, then sleeping off the wine until noon.

She headed to the bedroom, her sex hot and throbbing as she grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled it over her head. Her bra and slacks joined the pile of clothes as she rubbed one hand appreciatively over her small but perky breasts and her nice, flat stomach. She fingered the lace of her silk underwear as her folds dampened the fabric and clung to the cleft.

Rubbing one hand down the damp silk she shuddered at the sensation. The cloth dampened the feeling, but at the same time the silk felt wonderful against her tingling sex. Baxter padded into the room. Had she forgotten to close the door? But the wine made her thinking fuzzy and the throb between her legs pulled her attention back.

Her nipples pebbled from being exposed as she stood in the middle of her bedroom floor half-naked. One hand grabbed and kneaded her breast as the other slid one finger up and down the silk covered cleft. Already she was getting wet.

She slipped her hands into the band of her panties and slowly dragged them down her hips and legs to pool on the floor with the rest of her clothes.

Sarah moved to the bed, not bothering to slide between the satin sheets. It was a nice spring evening but the wine had made her warm and for the moment she was reveling in the feeling of her hot flesh against the cool, crisp bedsheets.

She settled into the pillow and kept kneading her breast, letting her fingers slide over the globe to cup the side and feel its weight before moving back to fondle and pinch the nipple. The sensation made her sex throb painfully now as the moisture pooled.

Sliding one hand down the planes of her stomach she let her fingers curl in hair at the junction of her thighs. Baxter whined from the doorway, but she ignored him.

She moved her knees apart to expose herself to the warm air, letting one hand stroke the sensitive skin of her thigh as the other toyed with her nipple.

Letting her fingers inch further and further towards their goal she reveled in the tingling of her sex until finally they found their mark. Index finger parting the hot, wet lips she slicked it in her own desire and rubbed it the whole length.

Spreading her legs further apart she added another finger to the onslaught until she tired of the teasing and allowed herself to find the nub of pleasure nestled in her wet folds.

Sarah gasped at the first touch, arching her breast further into her own hand as she made lazy circles around her most sensitive part. Passing over and over that bundle of nerves she felt the tightening in her pussy. Each sensation only added to her growing arousal as her fingers played with her slick folds. Slowly, she inserted one finger into her cunt and pressed against the sensitive nerves at the opening.

She had almost forgotten how good it felt to do this. As she mercilessly pinched and pulled the nipple of her right breast her left hand abandoned her dripping hole to again rub against her clit.

Abandoning her ministrations she shifted to pull out the nightstand drawer and reach into the back. Victorious, she pulled out her nearly abandoned vibrator. Settling back against the bed she turned the base and licked her lips as it jerked into action. It hummed and pulsed in her hand.

Smiling now she slid it down her body until it vibrated against her thigh and the very edge of her pussy. She bit her lower lip as she slid it down and it brushed her sensitive clit. Letting the cool plastic glide against her hot juices was amazing as the vibrations pulsed against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

Moving the toy further down she was just about to glide it into her aching pussy as it whirred and clanked and succinctly died.

What the Hell?

She brought it up above her body and smacked it into her other, now free hand. It buzzed to life, then died again. Turning it over she tried to unscrew the base. The aching throb in her cunt made her movements jagged and aggressive, and when the plastic lid finally unscrewed her hand jerked too hard and it flew behind her head.

Turning to look for the offending piece of plastic she scowled. Hands groping the mattress she sighed in frustration and clicked on the bedside lamp. Turning back she peered into the crack between the mattress and headboard. There it was, lying on the floor.

She placed the vibrator and it’s spent batteries on the small table, then turned completely and put one leg on the bed. Her knee pressed into the mattress as her other foot steadied her on the floor. Bending, she reached one arm between the base of the headboard and the top of the mattress.

But it wasn’t enough. She moved, putting more of her weight on the bed so that her left toes pressed against the carpet floor and she moved her left arm further between the bed and mattress. There, almost. Her fingertips grazed the top of the plastic. Sarah changed her angle slight, leaning further onto the bed, legs splayed for balancing as her fingers groped for the vibrator’s lid.

Warm air beat against her exposed pussy, bringing the throbbing ache back to life as her fingers tried to clamp onto the lid. The wooden headboard pressed painfully into her arm. Just half an inch and she’d have it.

Again the warm air caressed her dripping sex as she grit her teeth against the slightly painful pressure on her arm and shoved it just a little further between the headboard and mattress.

Two things happened simultaneously. Just as her fingers closed over the plastic and she scooped it into her palm, the warm air that had been teasing her aching pussy was accompanied by a wet nose.

Sarah jumped from the startling sensation as she dropped the plastic and attempted to turn. Her arm was stuck.

The cold, wet nose nudged her hot sex again and was followed by a huff of warm air which she now recognized as her dog’s breath. “Baxter?” she called in surprise as she tried to twist her arm free.

The warm air hit her again, causing an automatic stirring in her sex as her dog pressed his nose into her wet sex and sniffed.

Her jaw opened in must shock. “Baxter, go lie down,” she ordered as she tried to twist her arm free. But moving it caused the edge of the wood to dig further into her arm. She winced in pain, then embarrassment as Baxter’s nose nudged the folds of her sex.

A scarlet blush tinged her face. “Baxter, go lie down!” But it was clear he wasn’t going to listen. When his tongue flicked out against her wet, aching lips her eyes widened in shock. Surely he wouldn’t, she thought, he was her DOG for God’s sake. His tongue flicked again as he nosed her sex and snorted at the smell.

She tried more desperately to free her arm, but leaning up from the bed caused too much pain. Her only choice was to flatten herself to the bed and twist, see if she could get the mattress to give a little. Little did she know that his would cause her folds to open just the slightest amount. This was all the encouragement that Baxter needed.

With one long flick he licked his tongue all the way up her wet, hot pussy. Her body responded, throbbing harder even as she tried to move her hips to evade him.

With another flick of his tongue he lapped up her juices. Her body shuddered at the sensation. Her cheeks burned in shame and embarrassment as she struggled not to moan.

Again he ran his tongue up the length of her folds until the tip nudge against her clit. Then she did moan, and her cunt throbbed from the pleasure. She couldn’t help herself, she started to get wet again.

Baxter, smelling the source of her juices, proceeded to drag his tongue roughly against her aching pussy. She moaned as he licked the whole length of her, the tip of his tongue dragging against her clit which only made her throb harder.

Again and again he licked the length of her as she started to pant and moan from the sensations. The wine had made her head fuzzy, but she still knew that this was wrong. She should be fighting it harder, shouldn’t be letting her dog lick her cunt, but it felt so damn good she wasn’t sure she wanted to struggle any more.

When his hot, rough tongue dipped into her aching hole she almost screamed from the sensation. And once he found the source of the delicious juices, Baxter could not be deterred.

He licked the dampness from her aching lips, then plunged his tongue deep into her throbbing hole as his hot breath tickled the skin between her ass and pussy. She moaned into the pillow when his tongue withdrew only to delve into her depths again.

“Oh God,” she moaned, “don’t stop.” His rough tongue licked her sensitive opening before diving all the way in again. And when he had licked her clean he withdrew to once more lick the whole length of her pussy. He passed over her clit again and again as he ran his hot, rough tongue up her sex. Reaching down with her free hand she rubbed furiously against her slit as Baxter licked at her dripping core.

“Oh God, please don’t stop,” she cried as her legs spread even wider, pulling her folds apart. He was licking furiously now, lapping up her juices and teasing the sensitive opening of her pussy as her fingers rubbed against her clit. He delved into her hold again, and this time the sensation was too much.

It built and built until she was grinding her fingers over her clit as he was ravaging her aching core. And then in a blinding flash she came, muscles clenching on her dog’s tongue as he sought to clean every last bit of juice from her pussy.

She moaned into the pillow as he gave her one last lick and then moved to the corner of the room to dip his head under his leg and lap at his erection.

Just like a man, she thought, to leave her with her arm stuck in the bed to seek his own pleasure. With another painful yank she finally got her sore arm free of the bed, and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Little waves of aftershock wracked her frame as she thought guiltily of her dog pleasuring her. Her pussy throbbed at the thought.

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Sitting on the couch next to Baxter she berated herself. Did she honestly think that he had known what he was doing? He was an animal, he was merely curious at the smell of her arousal. It was her own fault, really, for masturbating with him in the bedroom.

Baxter lay on the couch next to her, panting happily at her hand scratching behind his ear.

Sarah grinned at her foolishness and proceeded to wiggle as she moved to scratch his back. She turned her attention back to the TV. Saturday morning cartoons blared back at her as she was lost in thought. He rolled over of the couch and she continued to scratch his stomach, fingers tangling in circles in his fur.

The show caught her attention and she let her hand wander, rubbing the fur on his belly until her hand brushed something warm.

She looked down and gasped. During the belly rub his penis had started to extend from the gold fur covered sheath. The bit of red flesh startled her when her hand accidentally brushed it. It was warm, warmer than a man’s. He made a noise when she drew her hand back.

It poked from the sheath, that inch of hot, red meat. Daringly she let her hand brush it again. It felt so silky smooth and warm, like living marble. It grew a little as she rubbed it, and Baxter made another noise.

She looked at him, then back at the penis. Was there more? She had seen him extended a little when he was excited from playing, but she’d never touched it.

Her hand moved of its own accord to brush at his sex once more. The soft fur was a startling contrast to the hot smooth cock it contained. Her pussy clenched in arousal, a small throb catching her off guard. She removed her hand and Baxter jumped from the couch to curl up in a corner, his head disappearing to lick at this erection.

She paused, amazed at herself for even considering giving her dog a hand job. Well, she thought, to be fair he did give me the best oral sex of my life last night without anything in return.

Before she could change her mind she rose from the couch to join him. Running a hand down his leg she pulled his head gently from his red cock and nudged him onto his back. He stared at her in confusion, whining. Her pussy throbbed with the beginnings of need.

She let her hand drift down the fur of his stomach until is ended on his red tip. She stroked it, marveling as it grew another inch from the sheath. He whined in need. Closing her fist around his cock she stroked him up and down. He was so warm and soft.

Sarah continued to stroke his dick, marveling at the heat and the oddly shaped tip. Moisture beaded the tip and she spread it onto the shaft of his growing cock as she tightened her hand on him and gently pulled up and down. She used her other hand to reach down and stroke his balls, noticing their heavy weight as she rolled them between her fingers.

He whined again as she leaned down to flick her tongue against the bead of moisture resting on the point of his dick. It was salty, a slightly different variation in flavor. Her pussy throbbed in response. She let her tongue lave the tip of his cock as her hand continued to rub and fist him, as her other continued to massage his balls.

But with a heave he nudged her away and rose. She paused, worried that she had somehow hurt him. Until then she had been kneeling on the carpet beside him, but as she tried to rise he grabbed her pajama bottoms and yanked her forward.

With a cry of surprise she fell back to kneeling. He circled behind her, sniffing at her ass and pussy despite the cloth barrier. She knew what he wanted.

Shame and embarrassment once again made her cheeks burned red. He wanted to fuck her. Even worse, she wanted to let him. Wanted to kneel before him as his bitch and let him pound into her.

Sarah chewed her lip in indecision. But she had already made her choice, it seemed. Her pussy throbbed and clenched in response.

Sliding her pajama pants off she kneeled on the floor and let him sniff and explore her sex. The thought of him mounting and claiming her made her sex throb almost painfully. Moisture started to pool between her folds. She gasped when his nose found the source of the scent, and gasped again when his tongue flicked out to lick at her wet pussy.

She spread her knees and bent over, resting her arms on the soft carpet. He circled her then once again settled behind her. Baxter nosed her ass, his cold nose and hot breath tickling the moisture between her sex. She throbbed again in response.

He gave her a precursory sniff and lick, and without any more signaling he jumped and wrapped his paws around her hips. She bent her head and arched her hips for an easier angle as he tried to find the path to her cunt.

The feel of his paws and fur against her bare skin sent little thrills up and down her body, making her cunt clinch even more with need. She groaned when he stabbed at her ass check, seeking entrance. Reaching back she helped guide him until with one victorious thrust he plunged into the aching pussy.

She gasped in surprise. Once he found entrance his hips rocked fast, pushing his hot red cock into her aching pussy. There was no pretense, this was simple, animalistic need for fulfillment.

She arched her hips more as he penetrated her to the core, thrusting deeply over and over. His cock was hot, so warm within her that she could feel him on so many more levels as he fucked her senseless.

And she could feel him growing within her, could feel his cock swelling as he thrust deeper and deeper into her weeping pussy. The feel of his soft fur against her ass and back was heaven as his hard dick plunged in and out of her aching hole, so fast that she was delirious from the pleasure.

Her orgasm built within moments until she was clamping around him, crying out from the torturous pleasure. Yet still he pumped in an out, oblivious except for his own need. As she moaned into the carpet she felt another orgasm build even as the first one ebbed.

And he was growing and growing inside of her, pushing her to her limits as the edge of his sheath knotted with his need. And then he was pushing that huge knot into her. It nestled in her sensitive entrance, pushing her towards orgasm as his paws gripped her hips painfully. With one last thrust he had forced in into her throbbing, dripping cunt and then his need poured out of her in hot spurts.

She could feel the streams of his hot cum burning a path through her pussy, and the sensation pushed her into her second orgasm as he locked them together and sprayed his need deep within her.

Gasping from the pleasure she rested her forehead against the carpet, her breath coming out in gasps as his weight wrapped around her and his hot semen poured into her body.

And there was so much of it as he jerked inside of her, that she could feel it filling her up like never before. She didn’t even mind when he dismounted and turned, still attached. She could feel him there; feel that knot of flesh that kept them joined.

When her heart stilled to normal and her breath came easy he popped free of her, and his hot semen poured from her pussy to drench the carpet beneath her. She was spent. Exhausted.

When he came around to lick her face before going once more into the corner to clean himself, she smiled into the carpet and lowered her body to the floor. There was no turning back from this, no denying the pleasure that her dog had given her, and that she had given him. She was his bitch now.

Author’s Note: I hope that everyone enjoyed the first and second story. I can’t believe how many hits I got in 3 days! Thanks to my one reviewer, it’s nice to know that my story brought you pleasure. To tell you the truth I was a little nervous at posting this kind of erotica, but it seems like people are enjoying it. I have a few other short stories planned, but if you have any suggestions I would love to hear them. I’d also like to know what you guys are more interested in. Incest, BDSM or D/s, spanking, beastiality, etc… So please review and let me know.