So comfortable I could collapse

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My name is Ji Xinhua, a Hakka from Pingtung, Taiwan. I was 26 years old that year. Because I was born in the Year of the Dog, my nickname was "Doggy." So, it seems like some kind of premonition that I would later have a sexual relationship with my dog, Harry. I studied finance and taxation for two years in college. Two years ago, I got married through my parents' arrangement. After marriage, I stopped studying and settled in Longtan, Taoyuan with my husband. My husband's surname is Bai. He works as a business manager at a technology company. He's a frequent flyer, spending over 70% of the year traveling around the world. I work in finance at the same company. We are a loving couple, and our sex life is perfect. The only drawback is that he travels so much for work, often leaving me alone with the lamplight. I'm not very outgoing and don't like socializing with colleagues. I don't have children. After work, I'm alone at home, doing housework, watching TV, browsing YouTube, and watching dogs wander around the neighborhood.

Before this, I would never have even dreamed of dog sex. I would have thought it was perverted, dirty, and disgusting. But what I never expected was that my husband was away on a business trip for so long that I couldn't stand the loneliness. I saw articles about this topic online and was suddenly overcome with lust, so I started paying attention to it. Mainly, I was lonely and empty at home those few days, and it happened to be its first heat cycle. Its penis would often stick out from its body for no reason, and it was really big, which aroused my fantasies. I had seen dogs in heat before, but this was the biggest I had ever seen. Walking around me, it was hard not to feel excited. I fantasized that if it entered my body, it would fill my empty body completely. Seeing that penis sticking out and retracting in front of me all day long made my lower abdomen tingle with lust, and I felt like I was going to collapse... In the end, I couldn't help myself and started having human-dog sex with my own male dog, Harry.

Here's the situation: Recently, my husband, as the marketing manager, has been incredibly busy with the launch of a new product at his company, frequently traveling the world for work. So, I've been home alone lately. Our Great Dane, Harry, is a very intelligent and affectionate dog. We've known him for a long time. He weighs over 45kg and we bought him as a puppy over two years ago to guard the house. In those two years, he's grown from a two-kilogram puppy into a magnificent adult mastiff, taller than me and able to sit on my shoulder. His short, pure white fur is interspersed with black spots, making him incredibly handsome and imposing. When my husband is away, this big male dog keeps me company and protects me. Although I've felt lonely, I've never even considered the possibility of any kind of human-dog sex.

Last year, he went on a business trip abroad but came home sick with a fever. When he was home, I helped him pack. In his toiletry bag, I found a hidden compartment with five or six condoms. That's when I realized my husband had been traveling all over the world and had slept with all over the world, being unfaithful. I was furious and wanted to find a way to vent my anger, but as a housewife, I could only think about it.

Until one hot night in September last year, my husband had been away on his business trip for a month and still hadn't returned. I turned on the air conditioner and slept alone in the huge double bed. I was incredibly lonely and felt very impulsive. Thinking about his condoms, I got angry and turned on the computer at home. I browsed some pictures online and accidentally saw pictures of people and animals having sex. Surprisingly, this aroused a strange excitement in me. I thought about how Harry had such a big dog penis in his crotch, and maybe it would be very pleasurable to use it to replace my husband and have sex with it... Not only did it satisfy my urges, but it also allowed me to vent my resentment, and I developed a desire for revenge.

Those few days also happened to coincide with his first heat cycle. He followed me around all day, often whimpering sweetly, which made my heart flutter. So after dinner, I brought my male dog Harry to my bedroom, feeling a little uneasy and inexplicably excited. At first, I knelt down and tentatively touched Harry's genitals with my hand. He wasn't very cooperative at first, but after I gave him some beef, he became much more docile. I slowly stroked Harry's hairy penis, and he quickly reacted, sticking out his tongue, drooling, and standing still. The head of his penis suddenly emerged from its pubic hair, and the protruding half of his penis spread out in my palm, looking very large. The male dog seemed to understand what I needed, remaining completely still and letting me play with it. After a while, I felt embarrassed, especially since I'd never done bestiality before. I was also afraid of angering it and getting bitten, so I was actually a little scared and regretted my actions. I wanted to shoo Harry out of the bedroom, but it wouldn't leave. It stood there, its two front paws wrapped around my thighs, making mating motions… outrageous! But I still managed to force it out.

I barely slept that night. It kept whimpering and crying outside the bedroom door. I was incredibly conflicted. My lower body desperately wanted to call it in, to let Harry climb on my back and fuck me from behind, replacing my husband. But my reason worried about getting pregnant from mating with a dog, worried about how dirty dogs were, and told me that this was an evil and heretical act, unacceptable to others. However, all night long, the image of having sex with the dog kept replaying in my mind and dreams. It wouldn't go away, and my lower abdomen was wreaking havoc all night. My swollen clitoris was incessantly itchy, and all the thoughts in my mind kept urging me to lower myself and mate with the dog, to let his big penis quickly enter my body and rub vigorously to relieve the itch. This was probably because my husband had been away from home for so long, and I was really too lonely, my vagina too thirsty! What you think about during the day, you dream about at night; it wasn't really a rational fantasy.

The next night, I went online and searched for some short articles, and saw short videos of people having sex with dogs abroad. I also found articles saying that humans and dogs have incompatible DNA, making pregnancy impossible. My burning lower abdomen and the desire of my constantly secreting vagina overcame my reason. So I decided that tonight, while my husband was thousands of miles away, I would boldly try it with Harry. Even if it didn't work, no one would know, and there would be no loss. After dinner, I brought him into my bedroom. He wagged his tail happily and followed me in. I gave him some good treats, then vigorously dried his genitals with a damp towel. I started stroking the sheath of his penis, squeezing his testicles, and told him to lie on the bed, belly up. The big male dog was very docile, lying there motionless with his tongue hanging out. His long, pointed glans quickly swelled and emerged from the hairy sheath, still dripping. After a while, his entire penis was exposed.

At that moment, I was very nervous because I had never engaged in dog sex before, nor had I ever touched such a large penis and testicles. I felt the same nervousness I had when I lost my virginity. But driven by surging lust, I lost my senses. I felt myself constantly leaking fluid, my breathing was heavy through my nose, my heart was pounding wildly, and my hands were trembling and not quite obeying my commands. Although I knew I was now blushing and no longer the dignified and beautiful lady I once was, the impulsive lust had taken over. Staring at that bright red, thick dog penis, I couldn't help but feel my heart flutter. I couldn't control myself... I was so impulsive that I wanted to put it in my mouth and suck on it. And since I was already at the point of no return, I didn't hesitate any longer. I gritted my teeth and thrust it in!

The male dog had a small rump, but its two hind legs were very firm and powerful. I squeezed the thick, muscular penis for a while, squeezing and rubbing the testicles with both hands. I carefully examined its shape; it was a long, pointed triangle, much like a sharp cone, bright red and full of blood, specifically designed for fucking the vulva of female animals. The more I looked at it, the more my sexual desire surged. I got out of bed and turned on the bedroom light, instantly illuminating the room like daytime. By then, I was hot all over, sweating profusely, and my heart was pounding. I turned the air conditioner to its strongest setting, took off all my clothes, tied my hair in a ponytail, and sat on the edge of the bed. Afraid that Harry's front paws would scratch me, I specially found a pair of short socks to put on his front paws and secured them with rubber bands. I spat into my palm, smeared some saliva on my vulva to lubricate it, sat down, spread my legs, and asked Harry to lick me. The large male dog seemed to understand human nature. Its long, barbed tongue spread open the cleft of my lower body, licking my vaginal opening, labia majora, and labia minora intensely, making me feel very comfortable, and my juices flowed out. Then, the large male dog grabbed one of my legs and began to mate. I touched its penis, which was now longer and larger, to the point of being frightening. Actually, I wasn't confident, and I couldn't be sure if my vagina could accommodate such a large thing. I was very excited at that moment and determined to give it a shot. I was afraid that it would bite off my nipples when it got aroused, so I put on my bra again and reached inside to squeeze my nipples hard. I quickly lay diagonally on the edge of the bed, opened my legs, and the large male dog stood under the bed, its front paws resting on the inside of my thighs and the edge of the bed, licking me even more earnestly, licking my cheeks and neck with its tongue, while its penis thrust into me here and there.

The dog's penis couldn't find the entrance for a long time, and it kept shoving and squeaking in frustration. I reached out and grabbed its penis, guiding it into my vagina. As soon as the tip entered, it thrust forcefully. This thick dog penis, aided by my secretions, went in with a "plop"—in less than half a second, easily reaching my cervix. The stimulation sent a shiver down my spine. I instinctively hugged Harry's upper body tightly, swallowed hard, and clenched my vaginal muscles, ready to face it head-on.

It's in! Finally, it's in. It's a fait accompli. There's no turning back, no going back. A deafening roar went through my head, an overwhelming pleasure. I felt the blood rushing through my head, my mind racing with the urge for sex. The intense pleasure made me even more excited. I held the dog's head tightly, bracing myself on the bed with my elbows. My slender, soft 23-inch waist moved my hips back and forth rapidly, responding to his thrusts. Soon, the big male dog's front legs were on either side of my chest, and he began to work diligently. We've had this big dog for two years now. After spending so much time together, he's become quite intelligent. He's as tall as my husband. I arched my back, and once the big male dog's huge penis entered, he started moving rapidly. He was really fast, much faster than my husband. He was like a madman, relentlessly thrusting into my vagina. It was so intense; my vision was blurred, and I was almost overwhelmed. I had never experienced such a storm of brutal sex before. All I could do was hold his head tightly with both hands, clamp my thighs together, and remain silent, letting him ravage me like a madman. But the pleasure this male dog gave me was also unlike anything I had ever experienced before. It almost made me weak, and I orgasmed several times in a row. I felt my uterus spasming constantly, and my vagina seemed to be overflowing with vaginal fluid. But the bristles on the dog's penis sheath were pricking my clitoris and labia, causing a sharp pain. This was not very comfortable.

For about ten minutes, I was still in the throes of orgasm when I felt the dog stop moving. I lifted my hips a few times, urging him to continue. He actually got off the bed, his dog penis firmly holding me in place, dragging me to the ground. I couldn't bear to let it slip out, so I rolled off the bed with it and crawled onto the cold floor. But then he pulled out his dog penis, pounced on my back, and started inserting it into me from behind. I couldn't support his weight and fell forward, crawling on my knees on the floor. He desperately thrust his entire big dog penis into me. It penetrated me from behind, rapidly thrusting into my sensitive cervix. The dog hair no longer pricked me; I felt an intense pleasure, moaning wildly, my heart pounding, sweat pouring down my body, my uterus convulsing, and my vagina constantly leaking fluid. Then I felt something hard forcefully inserted into my lower body, and it began to swell. Looking down, I saw my private parts were swollen and tight, with two protruding lumps of flesh on my pubic area. I didn't know what they were; it looked like it had even inserted its testicles. Looking at myself in the dressing mirror, I saw my snow-white, tender female body, with this large dog firmly on my back, the two of us one. Its hips were thrusting forcefully. I lay on the floor, disheveled, covered in sweat, even my beautiful hair was soaked, unrecognizable, like a human-shaped female dog, diligently cooperating in the work of receiving puppies. Harry continued thrusting into me for about ten more minutes, then suddenly turned around, so that our buttocks were facing each other and our heads were facing opposite directions. The two of us lay motionless on the ground, panting heavily. Then he stopped thrusting and remained completely still. But it continued to stir its glans inside my vagina, the hot dog semen constantly irrigating my uterus. I felt so comfortable that I collapsed onto the bed, but my vaginal opening was throbbing and aching from some hard object...

Even though Harry was no longer moving, I was still breathing rapidly, my heart was pounding, and my hips were still mechanically swaying back and forth, almost unstoppable. But then something terrifying happened. Now that my lower abdomen was aching and it was over, my lust should have subsided. I wanted to pull its penis out as soon as possible, but no matter how I tried, its penis just wouldn't come out of my vagina. I tried many times without success. I was terrified and almost cried, but I didn't dare call the neighbors for help. So I just lay on the floor with the dog, butt to butt, silently praying, "This can't be real, this is a dream. I couldn't have done something so absurd. Wake up, Xin Hua!" The standoff

lasted for about forty minutes... I was terrified and at a loss, filled with fear and regret. Why had I been so foolish as to do such a shameful thing? What would happen if I were discovered at dawn?

Thankfully, it finally ended smoothly. It softened, slid out on its own, and I was free again.

After this ordeal, I got a taste of the thrill and continued to tease it, spending five more nights with it, our sweat and bodily fluids mingling. I was exhausted but incredibly satisfied. Harry, on the other hand, remained shiny and energetic, his eyes bright, standing straight, following me around, occasionally barking at the sky, and sometimes lifting his leg to urinate on my legs, seemingly asserting his dominance. Until later, when its heat cycle had somewhat subsided.

However, there was a problem. Even though Harry's heat cycle was over, he still frequently came into the bedroom with me at night, and loved to pounce on me on the bed, sniff my crotch, stick out half of his dog penis, and fuck me through my clothes, completely oblivious to any attempt to hide. This made me afraid to take him to the park for a walk during the day.

When I received a call that my husband was coming home, I knew that if Harry continued like this, I would definitely tie him up. In desperation, I took Harry to the vet the day before, telling my husband that he had some parasites and needed hospitalization.

That night, my husband and I made love, but he was tired from the long flight, and perhaps his scrotum was low on sperm from the frequent use abroad, so he seemed a bit weak and was just going through the motions. I didn't really care; it was better than nothing, and I pretended to enjoy it. Anyway, he had his overseas pleasures, and now I had my own alternative path; we were even.

"It's good he's back! It's good he's back! It's better than nothing," I comforted myself.

The next day, I took my husband to the vet to see it. This huge animal was confined to a tiny metal cage, barely big enough for it. It kept whimpering and struggling to get out of the cage when it saw us, but it was surprisingly well-behaved. It didn't complain to my husband that I had seduced it or abandoned it.

Before going home, I silently said to it, "Be patient for a few more days. Four more days until my husband leaves, then I'll let you go home for a big meal."

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