Archive-name: Bestial/dane.ff
Archive-author: Susan M. Hodges
Archive-title: My New Room-mate


     Well, I finally finished moving into my new house about 
two months ago. And boy, what a job.  I am glad all the boxes 
and everything are unpacked and put away.
        After moving from my college apartment and leaving my 
two roommates behind, I really looked forward to moving to Den-
ver and starting a new life on my own.
        The new job was really great, but the night life was a
little slow.  One thing about my new house is that it's so 
quiet all the time.  About a month ago I met another neighbor 
in the park, and she had the most beautiful Dane I have ever 
seen. She bought him from someone else for companionship, but 
admitted he was a pretty good watchdog to have around also.
        She came over to my new house for a visit and admitted 
she really was in a fix, though. Her job sometimes required 
her to go out of town for overnight jaunts, and she hated to 
leave her dog alone.
        Of course, I really didn't feel that I was set up for 
a dog so large, but leaving him alone seemed so cruel. So I 
told her the next time she had to go, ring me and I might be 
willing to "dog-sit" for her.
        Well, right then she mentioned that on the next 
Thursday she was leaving for Kansas City and would be back Mon-
day afternoon.  So, I agreed to give it a try, and off they 
went, happy for the time so well planned.
        Well, Thursday afternoon, she brought Damon over. 
Along with him came a large leash of course and his food and 
water tray. She promised to be back as soon as possible and 
left for the airport.
        Damon sat at the door for a while, as if waiting for 
her to walk back in, but after a while he started nosing 
around the house and found himself a comfortable spot on the 
living room floor.
        After we both had our dinner, I went into the living 
room for some television. Damon came over to my feet and 
curled up around my ankles. That night, he slept at the foot 
of my bed.
        Friday afternoon after work, I had almost forgotten he 
was there. When I came in through the door, Damon jumped up on 
me almost scaring me to death, licking my face.  He followed 
me all around the house watching me as I had a few beers and 
began to fix dinner.
        After our dinner, I sat on the couch in the living 
room.  About 10 or so (and 10 or so beers), Damon jumped up on 
the couch and lay down beside me. I didn't mind him on the 
couch really as his coat is short, and he is very clean.
        He was chewing on his toy, and I playfully took it 
away and tossed it across the living room floor. He chased 
after it, all 150 pounds of him. He brought it back to me and 
laid it in my lap for another throw. We played toss for a 
while until he tripped over my beer and it spilled over on the 
floor on the carpet.
        I went to the kitchen and returned with a towel to 
wipe it up.  I rubbed the beer out of the carpet, and the 
bottle rolled up under the couch. I had to get down on my 
knees to reach under to get at it.
        I really hadn't noticed Damon. When I got down on my 
hands and knees, he mounted me!  At first, I was concentrating 
on reaching the bottle, and I thought he was still playing. 
But as I reached up under the couch further, I could feel his 
forepaws reach around my waist.  As I began backing out, I 
could feel him start to hump against my rear making motions 
like he was really fucking me!!!
        I blushed as I got up from the floor and returned to 
the kitchen. I threw the bottle in the trash and got another 
beer from the refrigerator.  As I turned around, there was 
Damon, and I couldn't help but look at him after that en-
counter. He was just watching me making no further advances.
        I returned to the living room and sat down with my 
beer.  Damon stood in front of me for a moment, and then 
jumped up, placing his forepaws on my shoulders. I had a view 
of his undersides, and GOD, there was the most huge hard-on I 
had ever seen standing stiff and erect with a large ball about 
8 inches from the tip!!!
        I was almost afraid to move him, but I reached up and 
took his paws from my shoulders and told him to get down.
        He jumped right back up in my face, licking my neck 
and pushing all his weight up on me.  As I tried to squirm out 
from under him, I pushed out sideways on the couch.
        Damon immediately came on stronger bringing his body 
weight up on me until my legs gave way and my thighs opened up 
giving him further encouragement.
        I held onto his collar holding his face up out of 
mine, but I could feel him starting to hump me again making 
hard enough thrusts that he was forcing my legs open further 
and his huge dick was searching for satisfaction.
        I felt a burning shame in my mind... what if he???
no... I couldn't... But he just kept jamming his dick into my 
leg, and I started to get slightly dirty pictures in my mind 
of Damon taking me... satisfying his drive in my....
        GOD... this was un-natural... or was it. Damon seemed 
to somehow know what I was thinking.  He wouldn't stop thrust-
ing.  The picture was clear in my mind now, and I found myself 
looking down again at his dick.
        It was as huge as ever, and I took one hand away and 
reached down under him and rubbed his chest, quickly working 
my way down his stomach.  He quieted down... waiting???  As I 
finally reached out and grasped his dick, I felt how hard it 
was.  He didn't move away.
        I had a quick thought, and brought my hand back and 
spit on it.  Then I grasped his dick again and started slowly 
stroking it.  I only had to stroke it a few times to realize 
what I was doing... and I made up my mind....
        Damon got down and let me remove my panties. There was 
no need for teasing or foreplay on my part.  My mind was 
racing, my heart was beating so hard I could hear it out loud, 
and my face must have turned eighty shades of red as I thought 
of what my desires were suggesting.
        At least with Damon I didn't need to worry about HIM 
telling...  I quickly undressed right there on the couch and 
wondered how I should do this... on my back??? on my hands and 
knees ???...
        But Damon was no longer watching.  He could smell 
me... smell my pussy... like a bitch in heat... that's what he 
saw in me... a bitch in heat!  I got down on the floor in 
front of the couch on my hands and knees... spreading my knees 
apart and lifting my ass into the air... wondering if he could 
be coaxed onto my back... when Damon mounted me again... This 
time there was no turning back.  I knew there would be no way 
to stop this animal once he started... and that only seemed to 
turn me on more......
        Damon's forepaws wrapped around my waist... I could 
feel him getting into position... his dick was already 
thrusting... then...  the head of his dick found it's way to 
my pussy.  THIS WAS IT!!!!  IT WAS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN !!!!  
My mind was going crazy with nothing more than pure lust... 
lust....  I WANTED to be fucked by him???  I wanted to be 
fucked by this animal !!!  ...this picture in my mind was driv-
ing me crazy with desire... BEING FUCKED BY A DOG....
        Now, Damon's dick was just barely entered into me... I 
could feel him start to hump a little hump and 
then...BOOM.....he rammed it in!!!!!  NO STOPPING like my 
boyfriends... right away everything was just rammed in... 
deep... and almost all the way out... and then IN AGAIN....  
Damon's 150lb. body just continually kept ramming his dick 
into me... I spread my knees further, lowering my ass, and 
then I could feel it getting deeper into me... It was so BIG!!  
GOD...he was bucking against me wildly now... I was close to 
getting off too.
        Then I felt something strange... the ball on his dick, 
it was ramming up against my pussy opening...  he was trying 
to get that in too....
        No, god, I can't open up that much... but Damon kept 
right on ramming me.....oh....oh...no....no.... the only thing 
to do was try and get him off of me, but Damon GROWLED when I 
tried move.  ...and then it was 
IN....shit....shit.....christ....he had his entire dick jammed 
into me!!!
        I buried my face in the carpet, letting him take me... 
there was no way to get him to stop...oh god...I didn't want 
him to stop....  He was really close to cumming in me now... I 
could feel his thrusts were quicker... I raised my ass higher, 
offering him more access to my open pussy....  OFFERING HIM 
MORE....GOD......I can't believe this !!!  And I wanted him 
to!!  ...my pussy was so wet.  I was just beginning to fully 
realize I was being fucked...oh god...now that his dick was in 
me all the way...  it was really turning me on more....
        He was bucking wildly now.  I could feel his strokes 
speeding up. ...oh...it feels so good...and then his dick 
rammed into me all the way...  He was cumming!  I could feel 
it exploding into me!.... I raised my ass higher offering him 
all the room I could...god...it felt so GOOD to feel him 
squirting in me!....
        I kept lightly humping back and forth on his dick 
while he held still, squirting all of his cum into me.... "I 
could feel the Dane still buried in me as I began to come down 
from my own climax.  His knot held us tied together.  I felt 
very exposed and vulnerable to be on my hands and knees with 
him supported along my back.  Just then I heard the noise of 
the door opening...."  

                               * * * * *

        I'm an acquaintance of Susan's.  We didn't know each 
other very well, but we had spoken in the supermarket several 
times.  We live about three doors apart.  I remembered that 
she had said that I could borrow a rare recording that she 
had.  This was a good time for me to make a copy, so I headed 
over to her place.  When I got there, I started to knock, but 
the first touch on the door showed that it had been very care-
lessly closed.  It swung open silently, and I stepped inside.  
When I glanced up, you can imagine my surprise to see demure 
Susan on her knees with a Great Dane firmly buried in her 
pussy.
   When I ejaculated, "What have we here?", I startled her 
with the realization that I had caught her "red handed".  Her 
first response was to try to get up but the weight of the dog 
kept her firmly in place.  I went to where they were and knelt 
beside her.  "Hi, what have we here?" I asked as I reached for 
her hanging tit.  She could only stammer, but the words would 
not come.  My left hand slid between her legs to feel the con-
junction of her pussy and the dog's cock, while my right hand 
began to massage her tits more firmly.  "You don't have to say 
a thing because I can see what you've been doing!"  Her face 
was red with shame, mainly from having been caught.  
   "You won't say anything about this to anybody, will you?" 
she said.  My answer was to turn her face toward me and to 
press my lips against hers.  My tongue began to explore her 
mouth first gently, and then more insistently.  It took a few 
moments, but, first reluctantly then more freely, her tongue 
began to respond in kind.  It must have been about ten minutes 
before the dog could dismount to go and lay in a corner of the 
room, satisfied.  During that time, Susan's nipples got hard 
again from my play, and her breathing began to get shallower 
from the French kisses and the massage to her pussy.  With my 
left hand, I had undone my zipper, opened my pants and pushed 
my shorts down out of the way.  It goes without saying that my 
cock was standing hard and ready for action.
   As soon as the dog pulled out, I fell backward pulling 
Susan over me by my grip on her tits.  "Guide me into you," I 
commanded.  She reached down and directed the tip of my cock 
to the entrance of her already well used pussy.  As you can 
imagine, I had no trouble sliding into her.  The cum from the 
dog mixed with her own juices had made her almost too slippery 
to get any friction.
   "Fuck me like the dog fucked you," I commanded.  With that 
she began to raise and lower herself using my cock like a 
guide rail, humping me harder and harder.  The hard thud of 
her pelvis against me, the feel of her cunt lips as they 
reached for the head of my cock, over and over, began to build 
my tension until all I wanted was to fill her with my cum.  I 
was able to hold on a little longer while I put the back of my 
middle finger against her clit.  The weight of her body bounc-
ing her clit against that finger soon had her on the edge of 
her own climax.  
    I saw the look, almost of pain, which controlled her face, 
and then saw the sense of release that replaced it, and I felt 
the relaxation that rippled through the previously tense 
muscles of her body.  This was the sign I needed, and with a 
couple more strokes on my part, I set myself to erupting.  I 
pulled her ass as close to my body as I could get it because I 
wanted to know that my cum was buried as deeply as the dog's 
had been, so deeply in her that it would take all day to 
dribble out, a constant reminder of how well she had been 
fucked.
   After a time of silence while we rested, I broke her up 
into laughter when I said, "When are you going to dog sit 
again...?"
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