The Persistent Doggy 2

The Persistent Doggy – 2

Summary – After what happened last night, can Elizabeth regain control over her horny, persistent, dog?

Previous Chapter Summary – A timid and sexually repressed woman adopts a very horny, persistent, dog.

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Author’s note – Many discover something uniquely arousing about animal-sex fantasies. There is the societal taboo aspect, of course; the debauchery and wantonness of lowering oneself to having sex with an animal. But also, there is the evolutionary requirement inside every animal to procreate. A need so ingrained into a living creature’s being, that once awakened, that need pushes away thoughts of reason and decorum. This continuing story is about one woman’s sexual awakening…

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This is a work of fiction, make-believe, fantasy, and not based on real people or actual events. You must be of 18 or over to read these stories. The author does not condone any sexual activity involving animals in real life. It is OK to have fantasies, but turning a harmless fantasy into reality can have serious repercussions. Please keep your fantasies in your mind.

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Elizabeth woke the next morning feeling oddly content. It was as if a heavy weight that had been lifted from her body. She stretched, yawned, and smiled, her arms extending and her toes curling.

“It’s going to be a great day!” she thought. She couldn’t remember the last time she felt so good!

She felt the dog stirring beside her. She had forgotten he was there. Rascal stood up, shook his body, and jumped off the bed, pulling off half of the covers, and leaving Elizabeth chilled.

“Oh, my god!” she exclaimed. “I’m naked!” Where was her nightgown? Where were her panties?

The memories of the previous night came flooding back.

At first, she denied it: “It was just a dream! It had to have been a dream!”

Then, an overwhelming feeling of shame washed over her: “Oh, no! I didn’t! How could I have let a dog lick me like that? Let him lick my pussy! How horrible!”

Then, she tried to justify her actions: “I didn’t want to! He made me do it! He just kept licking me, until…, I orgasmed.”

Next, anger: “That…, that…, that…, Rascal!”

Elizabeth was determined to never let anything like that happen again. She just had to show her dominance over her dog. She was in control; she was the master, and he needed to learn his place!

Though Elizabethe wanted to stay in her nice, soft, bed, curled up in Rascal’s warm spot, she knew she had to attend to his morning needs. She certainly didn’t want him marking his territory in her living room.

She quickly climbed out of bed and put on her heavy robe. She noticed her discarded panties on the floor and picked them up. They were still damp. She inspected them, and found two small holes where Rascal’s teeth had torn them.

“Oh, no!” Elizabeth exclaimed. She pushed her anger aside. They were old panties and she had plenty more. She disposed of them, and not wanting to make Rascal wait any longer, left her bedroom wearing nothing underneath her robe. She felt free – almost naughty – walking around without her panties and heavy nightgown.

She ordered Rascal outside while she fixed his breakfast. It pleased her to think he was actually listening to her, though he probably had to go out anyway. After letting him back in, and telling him to eat, she sat at the kitchen table to drink her morning coffee.

Elizabeth contemplated the night before. Surprisingly, she was not repulsed. Doggy was just a stupid, inquisitive, animal, doing what nature demanded of him. She was sure if he were in the wild with a pack of dogs, they would be licking each other’s genitals, sniffing butts, and having intercourse constantly. The image strangely made her pussy tingle. Her mind wandered… She imagined what it would be like to be a wild animal! Fornicating whenever the urge come upon her. No worries about what people or society felt. Freedom! Freedom to have those glorious feelings again and again!

She tried to rationalize the events. It wasn’t her fault the animal had taking advantage of her. She had tried to stop him. And, he couldn’t help his animalistic tendencies. It was part of his nature – the need to procreate, without all the societal-induced emotional baggage. The image of Rascal having intercourse with her suddenly flashed into her mind. She felt her pussy getting wet. That will never happen, she vowed, but still, the image was arousing.

Elizabeth opened her legs and slid her hand towards her slit. She fingered herself and felt her wetness. She inspected her slick finger and sniffed it. It didn’t smell repulsive at all.