A Kennel Tech’s Fantasy

Hi! I’m Bailey Jennette. I’m a mid twenties woman with some strange cravings, and I’d like to share them with all of you reading this. You see, ever since I was little I knew I was different. I’d always had different wants and interests from most people I knew. While other kids wanted barbies and fancy backpacks, I wanted zoobooks and to hunt for wild animals. As I got older my interests developed with me. Never going away, just changing as I did. These interests and new urges led me to discovering bestiality, and that changed something in me forever.

At first it just felt easier to love and give myself to an animal. I’d always adored them, and tolerated people. As I experimented I gained an appreciation for how different animal cocks look. Finding myself getting aroused at their strange shapes and colors. I loved being cum inside of without the worry of pregnancy. Sure I experimented with people too, but it didn’t thrill me like interspecies mating does. I’m into animals, aliens, monsters, anything that’s not human. Most of these things aren’t real. However I’d like to tell you my impossible fantasies, as well as some of my real life sexcapades.

Oh, and a little physical info. I’m 5’1” and I’m not the thinnest. Not morbidly obese, but I have a tummy and some extra bulk on my thighs and arms. I have D cup breasts and a smaller ass. It shows off nicely in leggings but isn’t huge and in your face. My hair is long, brown, and wavy. It’s so wavy it curls at times. My eyes are blue with some extra color by my pupils, and I have some freckles. Mostly on my face. I’m rather pale too.

So, without further ado, I’d like to tell you all a fantasy I’ve been having recently. It has to do with me and a job I used to have.

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It’s a hot summer morning as I drive to the kennel. Traffic goes at its usual pace and cars move around me as I slow to turn in. The gravel drive jostles my car around gently as I drive up to the paved parking area, and pull to the side of the building. I see dogs in their outdoor runs, and they see me. Barking excitedly as I exit my vehicle. I wave and yell my hellos as I walk to the door. My jeans and t-shirt are already trapping the heat in spite of my short walk. I walk inside, get the rundown on today’s departures and arrivals, then head to my usual duties.

I let anyone out who isn’t already and pick up food bowls. Also cleaning any messes that were made inside. After that I wash the bowls and start on the daily exercise. Most of the names are familiar, dogs I’ve walked all week, but one name is different. Fido.