My K9 Nut Bust : Mutts Breed Sluts 8 (Bestiality Dog Sex Animal Sex Knotting Erotica)

Being part of the K9 squad was a privilege, but being the handler to the station’s most well endowed pooch, Goliath, was an honor unto itself.

We’re out on patrol when Goliath starts to get worked up.  We follow his nose out through the brush to discover a stash of risqué photographs, featuring dogs and women in forbidden situations.

It gives me the push I need to go all the way with Goliath, and he isn’t holding back.  Read how I take all K9 of inches in… (more)

Being part of the K9 squad was a privilege, but being the handler to the station’s most well endowed pooch, Goliath, was an honor unto itself.

We’re out on patrol when Goliath starts to get worked up.  We follow his nose out through the brush to discover a stash of risqué photographs, featuring dogs and women in forbidden situations.

It gives me the push I need to go all the way with Goliath, and he isn’t holding back.  Read how I take all K9 of inches in sinful fashion.

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If the place wasn’t so peaceful I’d have got up and left right then and there.  Instead I opened the box again, venturing ahead through the snaps.  Curiosity was besting me.

The dog suddenly returned to the frame in the next photograph and on the dirt floor I could see the shadow of the man taking the photos.

His wife was smiling, her mouth open as though she was saying something.  I smiled warmly.  They seemed a happy couple.  Over the course of the next few photographs though, my smile soon faded.

The dog had approached, close to her thigh, his snout pointed forwards towards her pussy that sat on full display.

In the next photograph her pussy was obscured by the dog’s head, and the look on the lady’s face belied an intense pleasure.  My hand shook as I held the photo, and with a hundred or so photographs to follow I knew this was nowhere near the worst of them.

I swallowed hard and picked up the next one, then the next, and the next until I found myself deep into the timeline of their sordid private game.

The dog had worked her up into a frenzy and now she was on all-fours, looking back over her shoulders to the camera-man who captured it all.  Her pussy was glistening in the sun and I felt my own sex become plump with arousal as I watched.

The reaction had surprised me.  I would never have set my eyes upon anything like this in the past, so my response was the most natural I could give.  Clearly this was an obscured fetish of mine that even I was unaware of.  The more I mined the more life was breathed into my kinky, submerged thoughts.

Now I was pressing on with vigor, sliding the photographs through my hands one after the other and watching open-mouthed as the dog mounted her and stuck its blood-red cock inside her.

I gushed an impassioned breath and dropped the photos in the box, leaning back on the chair and taking several breaths.

Goliath’s snout pushed at my hand and my fingers scrunched through his fur as I tried to control my urges.  I could feel the dampness of my pussy beneath my uniform and Goliath was beginning to catch its scent too.

He stood up suddenly, his tail wagging as he rounded me and put himself between my open legs.

“No,” I said, but it lacked the command he was used to.