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It was just a small, quiet affair down in Mexico. The moment I turned 18, I grabbed my best friend, Duke, and eloped south of the border. See, my parents had already pre-arranged my marriage.
They pretty much had my entire life all planned out.
Problem was, I wanted no part of their "plan" for me.
So, I grabbed my dog - technically my father's dog - as I wasn't allowed my own - and bought a ticket to Mexico - where I was free to be who I wanted.
And who I wanted to be was a wife to Duke.
He was such a handsome gentleman.
A German Shepherd who had a sleek black and tan coat, with bright amber eyes that always seemed to glow. He had a muscular build, but he was surprisingly gentle.
Whenever I looked into his eyes, I couldn't help but feel a little weak in the knees.
And the sex.
Oh, the sex was out of this world.
I was his bitch in the bedroom, and he was my big, strong stud.
I loved it when he mounted me from behind, his huge, hard cock sliding in and out of my dripping wet pussy.
But now - with the "official" ceremony over, it was time to consummate this debauched marriage.
I was fully aware how wrong and sick what Duke and I were doing. That couldn't be helped. I wasn't interested in guys, I was only interested in Duke.
"C'mon, boy. Let's get outta here," I said as I grabbed his leash and led him out of the chapel.
As soon as we got back to our hotel room, Duke went straight to the bed and flopped down, his tongue hanging out.
"Hah! You're such a silly boy," I said, laughing at the sight of his silly, goofy face.
Duke may not have ever said a word, but he had a personality as big as a house.
But the moment he hit the bed, his massive red rocket began poking out of its sheathe. Just seeing that made my mouth - and pussy - water.
