Bestiality Erotica

My daughter’s wedding was in a week. As her father, I didn't want to lose her. I didn't want to walk her down the isle. I loved having her around and the thought of her leaving the nest - forever - was absolutely devastating to me. It was selfish, I know. But had just been her and I and I didn't want that to change. The only way to make that happen was to get her married off... To my dog.

I knew I'd messed up royally the night daddy took away my weekly allowance. Not only that, but he also ordered me to return the keys to the brand new sports car he'd bought me for my 18th birthday. Normally I’d wriggle my way out of trouble by flashing him a cute little smile, but this time was different. This time I was well and truly in the dog house!

My daughter’s wedding was in a week. As her father, I didn't want to lose her. I didn't want to walk her down the isle. I loved having her around and the thought of her leaving the nest - forever - was absolutely devastating to me. It was selfish, I know. But had just been her and I and I didn't want that to change. The only way to make that happen was to get her married off... To my dog.

My mother was absolutely livid. Apparently, on my 18th birthday, I went out with some friends, had too much to drink and came home married to Dexter - our 130-pound Akita. How in the hell had I managed that? Who officiated? Was this a joke? Mom didn't care - she was adamant that now that we were officially married, we had to consummate our marriage - and she wanted to make sure we did it right!

I'll be honest, I was one of those women. I married my husband just for his dog. Yep, it's true. I wasn't in love with the man, I just wanted Marcus, his large German Shepherd. See, I'd been a bonafide cum slut ever since I'd turned 18. I needed cock. I needed it all the time. I couldn't get enough. All the men called me a nympho. Pah! Like that was an insult.

I couldn't believe it! I honestly couldn't fucking believe it! My fiancée, Brian, was actually late to our wedding. At first I thought he stood me up, but then as I was waiting at the altar, he texted me saying that he'd gotten himself shit-faced drunk and was going to be another hour or so. Fuck that! So instead of that loser, I married my German Shepherd, Max.

Mom and I had just brought home a gorgeous Husky from the pound. Rex - as we named him - had a lot of pent-up energy and sass, but he was the greatest thing since dad left. We got to talking around the fire one night about how men were - and wouldn't it be nice if guys could be more like dogs. Soft, gentle, playful. That's when mom had the perfect idea!

I don't know why my brother had it in for me so bad. We'd always gotten along amicably enough. But for some reason, my brother went mad. Stopping by to drop off some of his mail, he let me in with a scowl on his face, then ordered his dog to attack. But it wasn't an attack in the traditional sense. He'd trained his dog to rip my clothes off and fuck me. And there was nothing I could do to stop it

Daddy was fucking sick! He was an evil, sick fuck who had no shame. I couldn't stand him. But it all took the cake when he saw Buddy - our large German Shepherd - cuddled up on the couch with me. Buddy had a hard-on and was pressing it against my thigh. I didn't mind so much, if it helped him, then I was all for it. I actually saw it as cute. Daddy didn't...

"Daddy? What is this? Free use? I've never heard of that before." I said, scrunching up my nose at the weird looking bottle. Dad snatched the bottle from my hand with a deep scowl on his face. "Never you mind, young lady!" He growled. Then I watched as he opened the bottle, poured himself a pill and knocked it back. "Daddy? What are you doing?"

I'd just come back from my early morning jog and was as thirsty as could be, when I realized daddy already had poured me my morning tea. "Thank you, daddy!" I pecked him on the cheek and chugged the amber liquid. Mmm, I do love me some tea in the morning! But it wasn't just tea. I don't know exactly what was in it, but the moment I stopped drinking, my head became fuzzy and light...

Mom and I had just brought home a gorgeous Husky from the pound. Rex - as we named him - had a lot of pent-up energy and sass, but he was the greatest thing since dad left. We got to talking around the fire one night about how men were - and wouldn't it be nice if guys could be more like dogs. Soft, gentle, playful. That's when mom had the perfect idea!

Daddy was fucking sick! He was an evil, sick fuck who had no shame. I couldn't stand him. But it all took the cake when he saw Buddy - our large German Shepherd - cuddled up on the couch with me. Buddy had a hard-on and was pressing it against my thigh. I didn't mind so much, if it helped him, then I was all for it. I actually saw it as cute. Daddy didn't...

It all started innocently enough. I was visiting daddy for the weekend. It was my first since turning 18 and I was so excited to finally be all grown up. Daddy had bought a very large, unpredictable German Shepherd since I'd been there last. I didn't tell daddy I was coming over. Now I was face to face with a vicious-looking dog who thought I was an intruder!

It was the worst night of my life. I was just driving home from a party where I'd admittedly had a glass or two, when I got pulled over by the cops. Fuck! Just what I needed. I pleaded with the officer if there was anything I could do to avoid the ticket, my husband would kill me! That's when he pointed to the large K-9 Cop in the back of his cruiser, a wide smirk flashing across his face.

It was the worst night of my life. I was just driving home from a party where I'd admittedly had a glass or two, when I got pulled over by the cops. Fuck! Just what I needed. I pleaded with the officer if there was anything I could do to avoid the ticket, my husband would kill me! That's when he pointed to the large K-9 Cop in the back of his cruiser, a wide smirk flashing across his face.

I couldn't believe the little f***** did that! As a "joke" he switched out his name on the marriage certificate for our Great Dane - Duke. Why the f*** would he do something like that? "It's just a little joke!" He pleaded. But I wasn't having none of it. He knew I wasn't into practical jokes. I married him, not the f****** dog.

My son, Jason, brought over a stray he'd picked up at work. Said he couldn't handle him and would have to take him to the pound otherwise. I don't know why he thought I could handle him. In fact, the opposite happened: the large Rott handled me.

I couldn't believe it, I walked into the pound to look at the cute doggies a nice, innocent virgin - and walked away with the nasty Pit Bull's puppies in my belly! Now what?

I admit it, I was a sucker. A very cute, black and tan German Shepherd came whining at my back door. And I couldn't help but let him in. But it was he who let himself in...