Bestiality Dog Fucking 5-Pack Vol 3

by Suzi Storm

Book Cover: Bestiality Dog Fucking 5-Pack Vol 3

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.

Stories Included:

- Dog Fucking 11: My Brother Sicced His Dog On Me!
- Dog Fucking 12: Married My Dog Instead Of My Fiancee
- Dog Fucking 13: Husband Forced Me To Marry His Dog
- Dog Fucking 14: Got Drunk, Married My Dog
- Dog Fucking 15: Mind Controlled To Marry Daddy's Dog

Excerpt:

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.

Sitting in our rented hotel room still in full wedding regalia, I balled my fists and cried my eyes out. I hadn't planned on marrying a dog. I wanted to marry a man.

But when Max jumped up on the bed and started kissing me and licking away my tears, I realized that maybe a devoted, loving dog was a better option than a filthy swine...

"You know we're officially married, boy, right?" I returned the large dog's kisses - even though I'd never let a dog kiss me on the mouth before - it was fucking gross!

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Don't ask how I had managed to convince the pastor to marry me to the dog instead. I think it had to do with the large offering I tossed at him - that, and the fact that my entire family had come to see a marriage. Any marriage. They just wanted a party!

Of course, when he told Max that he may now kiss the bride, no one - least of all not the pastor or my parents - had expected me to kneel down and actually make out with him.

My God, the gasps that went up from the crowd - my ex-fiancée's family was there, too - were epic. Out of pure anger and frustration, I kissed Max like he really was my husband. I made out with him, running my hands all up and down his fur for at least five minutes, letting his long, thick tongue push right into my mouth - French-style - and down my throat.

It was the hottest, sickest thing I'd ever done in my entire life. But revenge and hormones have no boundaries.

After that passionate, thirsty kiss, I was a changed woman.

Now, as we kissed again on our hotel bed, those emotions from earlier that day came flooding back. My pussy throbbed and started leaking as I thought about what we were doing.

Kissing was one thing - but now that we were married, I was technically HIS property. And as his property - like the bible says - I should honor and obey his wishes.

What were Max's wishes?

Well, I reached down under his belly and felt his strong, throbbing cock poking excitedly out of its sheathe. I had to consummate my marriage with him.

I had to let the filthy beast ram his cock inside my fertile cunt and knot me, then knock me up with his puppies.

Okay, maybe not the puppies. I mean, I would if I could. Could women get knocked up with dog puppies?

At that thought, my ovaries began to ache. Whether or not I could, the ladies wanted babies.

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