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This is my first post on the forums, although I have been watching and reading for a while!

This story is about a dog that I loved very much, and what would have happened had I not been too confused and afraid to accept his advances.

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When Sampson first came into the veterinary clinic that I do grooming and kennel work at, I made a face and walked off in the other direction. At that time, he was just what everyone else saw him as- an underweight, undertrained German Shepherd. He had been surrendered by people that had found him on the side of the road in pitiful condition. He'd been spraypainted from head to toe, and shot in the side with a buckshot rifle. However, by the time he came into our custody, he had fully recovered from the buckshot, and was just really loud and obnoxious.

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Sampson, once we got him up to an acceptable weight, was about 90 lbs. I had to admit, even at first, that when he was filled out he was the most beautiful dog I'd ever seen. He had a certain presence about him, ya know? As the months passed, and we failed again and again to rehome him, my bond to Sampson grew invariably stronger. I found myself sitting in his kennel with him for hours on end, as he gnawed on some goodie that I brought him; just talking to him about this, that, and the next thing.

One day, when everyone had gone home for the afternoon, (Being a sunday, the kennel workers would come up once in the morning, and again in the evening) I came up to visit Sampson. When I arrived at the clinic, I noticed that a lot of the intact males in the room seemed aggitated, and desperate to get out of their kennels. Looking around, I spotted the cause of the problem, and shook my head at a shy little border collie bitch who had obviously come into her first heat that morning.

In an effort to calm the other dogs in the room, I moved her to a quieter, more isolated room, where she seemed to be quite relieved to be. I scratched her fondly behind the ears, and then went to go clean up the mess she had left in her kennel. When I got back, Sampson had managed to push his kennel door enough to where he could grab the bitch's used blanket, and he had dragged it inside his kennel, and was humping it fervently. I rolled my eyes, and opened his kennel to snatch the blanket away from him.

When I bent down to pick up the blanket, I noticed Sampson's angry red cock staring me in the face. I annoyedly shoved him out of the way, and grabbed the blanket off of the floor. As soon as I did this, however, I noticed that he had managed to wedge a part of it underneath his kennel, so that it was stuck. Getting down on my hands and knees, I groaned in irritation. Suddenly, I felt Sampson's teeth on the back of my neck, and I froze. He had always been such a great dog untill now, why would he attack me?

Understanding washed over me like a waterfall as he first threw a foreleg over my back, and then a hind leg. Too stunned that he had actually mounted me to do anything, I thanked god that I had pants on. As soon as he realized I was not going to push him off, his cock began it's futile search for my pussy, which despite myself, was growing hotter and wetter by the second. Now I had definately thought about sex with dogs before, but to actually do it? I yelped as the bone in Sampson's penis repeatedly jackhammered into my pelvis, in search of my womb, and made a split second decision. It was now or never.

Moving slowly so I didn't dislodge the 90 lb German Shepherd, I took one hand and un-buttoned my jeans. I then used my one free hand to pull them down as far as I could, then switched hands to get them down to my knees. I had not pulled my panties down yet, mostly because I was still afraid and unsure of whether I really wanted to do this or not. Sampson, sensing that he was getting somewhere, dismounted and stuck his cold nose in the crease of my panties. Without hesitation, he began to lick and nibble on the mound that made up my pussy and clit, eliciting a moan so loud from me that the basset hound down the line bayed along with me. As Sampson began to get more aggressive in trying to grab ahold of my panties and yank them off of his prize, I got closer and closer to a climax. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore, and I came into my already soaked panties.

Panting and wanting more, I hooked my right thumb in my panties, and pulled them down to my knees. Sampson took this opportunity to lap up the remainder of my juices from my last orgasm, although in doing so I was rapidly aproaching a second. Suddenly, and without warning, Sampson mounted me again. I braced myself as his stiff cock again sought it's target, poking my clit and everything around my pussy. Finally I decided to intervene when he got a little too close to my anus. It was one thing to have a dog fuck you in the pussy, but another thing entirely to have a dog up your ass. Taking a deep breath to settle the butterflies in my stomach, I positioned Sampson's cock in front of my waiting heat, and he plunged his cock inside of me in one smooth motion. I yelped as I felt his monster cock enter me, and tried to wiggle away from his powerful thrusts, but he held me stationary while he began to piston in and out of my unprepared pussy. I positioned myself to make myself as comfortable as possible, and tried to enjoy it. I didn't have to try hard.

As we fell into a rhythm, I started crying out in ecstasy every time his massive penis hit home. His hairy balls slapped my clit every time he slammed into me, and I loved every minute of it. as I felt us both nearing a climax, I started screaming out for sampson to fuck me harder, and all of the dogs around us began to bark and howl, as if egging him on. His already fast pace increased, and as he jackhammered into me, I felt something bigger trying to force it's way into my pussy, and reached a hand back to prevent his knot from entering my tight hole. Before I could do so though, Sampson began to fuck me in earnest, and it was all I could do to hold myself up. I cried out half in protest, more in climax as I again felt the knot at my entrance, and screamed in pain and pleasure as his knot penetrating my already abused pussy sent me over the edge.

From all of the time I had spent fantisizing about beast sex and such, I knew that the knot could stay in for quite a while, so I gave myself time to settle down while cum from Sampson's cock poured into my pussy, which was still pounding from the abuse it had just recieved. I yelped as he dismounted, and turned his back to me to drink out of his waterbowl. After a little while, Sampson's penis had diminised enough to where he could pull it out of my pussy, and with it about half a gallon of cum came gushing out. Thouroughly pleased with himself, Sampson retreated to the back of his kennel, and proceded to clean his penis of my juices. Stiffly, I got up and made my way to the other room, where the bitch in heat was pacing and whining. Grinning, I said to her, "Well, at least something good came out of this girl."

Please let me know what you think! This is the first beast story that I've written. Thanks for reading!
Like the picture of your dog, he is a fine looking stud. I would like to read more about your adventures with him.

Lunalupo

Following is a short quotation from “Betty’s Story”, beach training business, edited by Lunalupo in the BEASTIALITY STORIES SECTION.

“Jake hammers her pussy with a ferocious banging, each thrust bring his balls against her upturned ass and the tip bouncing against her womb. She can feel her cunt being stretched then she feels, and knows, the beginning of Jake’s knot trying to make entrance into her tight pussy lips. She is watching herself being fucked and continues orgasm after orgasm”

Since all of you have been so nice on the forums, I've decided to share with you another piece that I wrote about Sampson that is a great deal closer to my heart. I hope that you will get as much out of reading it as I did writing it.

My Farewell

So it was all set. Sampson was going to a home out in Abilene, two hours away. When I heard the news, even though I had prepared myself for his leaving, it still brought tears to my eyes. Sampson had become my lover, my best friend, and my whole world. The mangy, sickly German Shepherd that had originally been so unappealing to me was now all I cared about in the world. I had to see him, just one more time.

The night before his departure, I fumbled with my keys to the back door, tears clouding my vision. It was dark out, well past closing time, and I was completely alone. Inside, the dull glow of the coke machine gave an eerie presence to the room, and I quickly hurried to the kennel room. When I flipped the light switch, it flickered as if threatening to go out completely, but as if it understood the importance of my last farewell to Sampson, it lingered.

I made my way back to the very last kennel where Sampson was kept, and a smile snaked onto my face, despite the sadness that held steady in my heart. Sampson had managed to dump his water bowl all over himself, and was now standing there very wet, and very embarrassed. I laughed at his predicament, and grabbed a towel to dry him off. Once he was semi-dry, I grabbed the new collar around his neck that I had gotten him a week before, and led him into the laundry room.

Inside, there was a large pile of fresh laundry that had been neglected, and I sat down upon it, stroking Sampson's sleek fur and scratching between his ears.

"You know I love you boy, more than anything. I'm going to miss you so much."

He reached up and planted a large kiss on my face, and I laughed, wiping off his drool.

"I hope that means that you'll miss me too. Just don't miss me too much, huh?"

I ran a hand down his back, and noticed that he was still pretty damp. I grabbed a towel from beneath me, and gave him a rub-down, trying to soak up most of the moisture. By the time I finished, it was apparant to me by the crimson rod protruding from Sampson's loins that he was eager to make love to me, at least for one last time.

I had to admit to myself, I had wanted to make love to him as well. He was certainly the finest lover I had ever had, and he seemed to enjoy my body as much as I enjoyed his. Tenderly, I reached a hand down to rub his already growing cock. He stood up, and snuggled closer to me, granting me better access. I moved my head down, and took his length in my mouth, lapping up the precum that leaked from his rapidly growing penis.

Finally, when neither of us could stand it anymore, I stood up and removed all of my clothing. Sampson wiggled excitedly, pacing back and forth in the small room and whimpering. Right before I got onto my hands and knees, and idea popped into my head.

"It would be so much better if I could see you while we made love Sammy."

I started to spead the monstrous pile of laundry out so that I could lay on it and still be high enough in the air for Sampson to find his target. When I was happy with the height of my construction, I layed down on top of the thick, fluffy comfortor that I had laid on top (I didn't want to mess up all of the laundry- the two of us had a tendancy to have very messy sex). As I spread my legs, Sampson showed a rare form of himself. Meekly, with his ears laid back submissively, he began to lap up my juices, which were flowing from excitement already. Usually, it was all I could do to keep him from mounting me before I was ready. He seemed to know that unlike all of the other times when our lovemaking would have been better known as 'fucking,' that this was meant to be more tender, more passionate.

He brought be to orgasm for the first time that night as he greedily licked every inch of my ready pussy, grooming me as if I were another dog. I put a hand down on his head, stroking him with my eyes closed.

"Good boy. Oh.. yes.. good boy."

After my second orgasm, Sampson was ready to mount me. As he climbed on top of me, I pulled him foreward so that his head was above mine. Eager to please and be pleased, he began to thrust against my pelvis, his ample cock hitting my clit and spaces around my pussy. Just as I was about to reach down and help him, his cock found it's mark, and he sank into me down to the hilt, eliciting a gasp from me. For a moment, we both sat there panting, me clenching the fur around his face, and arched up in another orgasm. As I lowered myself back down to the pile of laundry, he began to piston in and out of me, increasing his speed as he went.

I had been right, making love to him while being able to see him was amazing. I wrapped my legs around his hindquarters, driving his length even deeper into my hungry pussy. As his cock began to swell, Sampson hunkered down and I leaned foreward so that he could hook his paws underneath me. This done, he began to jackhammer in and out of my hot entrance.

"Unh, Unh, Unh, oh god yes Sampson I love you.."

I began to feel a large ball forming at the base of Sampson's large rod, and I spred my legs as wide as possible in an effort to squeeze it in past my tight entrance. Sampson began to ram his cock into me with such force that I nearly fell off of the pile of laundry that I had constructed. Finally, I felt Sampson begin to climax, and I myself felt the buildup coming. As he came closer and closer to release, he slammed into me harder and harder, and with his final thrust, the knot slipped into my vagina, sending me over the edge.

As he filled me with cum, I obtained multiple orgasms, crying out every time my body would convulse in climax. I could feel his seed coating my insides, and Sampson began to quiver as he was emptied.

Again I leaned foreward, and placed my forehead against his, tears streaming down my face. This would be the last time I ever saw my best friend. Indeed, the last time I ever saw the love of my life. We stayed there that way for what seemed a lifetime, before his flaccid cock finally slipped out of me, and he and I made our way back to his kennel. Once inside, I commanded him to sit, and crouched down beside him.

"Never forget who loved you more than anything Sammy."

With that I kissed him on the head, and went to clean up our mess. Afterwards, as I was leaving, I whispered goodbye, and turned my back on the love of my life for the very last time.

The end.