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He gave her a long passionate kiss and let himself out the front door.
She still had the high-heels on and nothing else. She opened the back door and picked up a gym bag, and carried it to the bed. I was expecting a change of clothes, but I wasn’t expecting a dildo in the shape of a dog cock, a big dog cock.
She lay down on her back, while she pushed the well-lubed dog dildo, complete with a huge knot, up to the knot pumping it in and out. Her legs were spread wide, so I could see her start to push the knot and heard her cry out as it popped in her pussy.
I was damn near drooling while I watched the screen. I have a thing about really big dogs in close, very loving relationships with women, so her choice was interesting.
When she got close to having an orgasm, I could hear her whisper, "Yes, Baby. Fuck me, Baby. Yes, fuck me…" The last word trailed off in a whisper I couldn’t understand.
I hit the pause button. I was in a state of complete disbelief and shock, plus I had an aching, throbbing hard-on. I had never had this kind of hard-on, but then I had never seen what I just saw.
After a few minutes, I backed the video up to the start of the strip show and then timed my cumming with the knot popping in her pussy. I had to throw my shirt and pants in the laundry. The little hand towel was overwhelmed with a huge load.
I spent the rest of the day downloading and watching what was on the SD cards. It was pretty much a replay of the first episode. Sometimes the guy was different, but it always ended with that enormous dog dildo.
I hardly left the apartment. I played the videos over and over and jerked off to the dog dildo. I did notice the more I watched the videos, the more separated I became from what was on the screen, and the more I became the detached voyeur.
I reloaded all the cameras as I left for my shift, not certain what I would find when I got back.
On my return, I found the cameras were almost full as I downloaded the SD cards and basically saw a repeat of the first videos. There was one session or episode that was different.
The guy looked a great deal like me; same weight, hair color, and height. Her show seemed more erotic if that was possible, and she ordered him to briefly fucked her doggy style before she blew him. She touched him more and was more tender than with the others.
After he left, it was the dog dildo part; that was the surprise. She was on her back, pumping the dildo in and out, clearly wrapped up in her fantasy. Her voice was slightly louder and easier to understand. She cried out as the knot popped inside her pussy.
"Oh fuck yes, baby. Oh, deeper push deeper. I’ll do it. I want to do it for you… I’m happy to do it for you… Help me with the knot… Help me fuck the knot, Beautiful Baby….I’ll do it for you, my baby T…."
Her voice trailed off to a whisper, but I backed up the video and listened again. I cranked up the volume and listened some more. After listening half a dozen times, there was no question that she said my name. I was the person in the fantasy. So now what? I certainly wasn’t expecting this development.
I spent the rest of the time before my next shift started thinking about what to do. Whatever the path, it was a thorny one.
I had become the detached voyeur, and the wet dream in the video wasn’t related to me in any way. That seemed strange, but it was a side-effect of looking at this part of my life through a camera lens.
I left a note on the bathroom mirror.
I know, and I would like to talk. Love, T
The trip home when my shift ended seemed to move like cold honey. I had no idea what I was going to find, but my curiosity wanted an answer right this instant. Even minor delays caused excessive irritation.
Finally, I pushed open the front door, and there she was; with the jet black, Betty Page wig, tight skirt, the off the shoulder, low cut blouse, and the sleazy high-heels sitting with a glass of red wine in front of her folded hands. She was even more erotic in person. Sitting in front of the wine was the dog dildo, and it was more impressive in person, too.
There was also a glass of wine on my side of the table, so I sat down.
"Welcome home." Her voice sounded more like the woman I knew.
"I have a million questions."
Considering how emotionally charged the moment was, our voices were calm and subdued.
"I’m sure you do."
"I did hear right? You did call my name. I was the person you were fantasizing about?"
"Yes."
That yes created an almost instant hard-on.
"What is it you want to do for me? That you’ll be happy to do?"
She took a sip of wine and set the glass down. She leaned in slightly and looked me straight in the eyes.
"Anything. I’ll do anything you ask me to do."
"Anything?" There was a certain amount of disbelief in my voice.
"Absolutely anything you ask, I’ll do."
I picked up the dog dildo.
"Where does this figure in."
By this time, my dick was rock hard and aching.
"Do you want the long, detailed explanation, or the short, extremely abbreviated explanation?"
"Super short."
"Good. A few years back, I stumbled on to a forum and chat room about sex and taboos. Through that chat room, I found other sites where I started to explore my sexuality and broaden my view of sex. I discovered that I found the idea of breaking taboos was sexually exciting, actually breaking those taboos even more so, and the stronger the taboo, the more intense the pleasure. From there, I slowly evolved into the woman you see here.
"During all this exploration, I found your film of the girl and her Irish Wolf Hound. At first, I was both repulsed and excited, but then the idea of breaking that taboo created a strong desire to try it. When I overheard you tell a friend, you would love to be part of that kind of relationship; you became part of the fantasy.
"Fucking you and fucking the dog broke two of the strongest taboos, incest and bestiality, at the same time. That was the most intense and erotic fantasy I could think of.
"Up until a few weeks ago, it was only a fantasy."
She had a slight smile as she stood and stepped back from the table. Her foot pushed the chair to one side. There was the same aggressive look I’d seen in the videos as she looked straight into my eyes.
Her hands came slowly up to her hips, and she clutched the skirt in each hand with a tight grip. In one violent motion, she ripped off her skirt and threw it to one side. She tore off her thong, and then she caught the bottom of her blouse and pulled it tight against her stomach as she started to pull it over her head. The bottom edge caught the underside of her tits, lifting them until they fell free with a soft bounce. A subtle move of her shoulders created a slight tremor that traveled from her chest to her nipples.
The red glitter-covered high-heel landed on the seat of the chair with an assertive thump. This opened up her stance, completely exposing her pussy.
Her right hand spread the lips of her pussy as three fingers of the left hand pushed into the opening. Those fingers were pulled up her stomach, across her large tits and into her waiting mouth. Each finger was slowly sucked clean, and then her hand went to her hip.
"Now, Baby Boy, let Mama show you exactly what she’ll do for you."
There was a subtle shake of her shoulders, and as she spun around to walk in the bedroom, she said, " And bring the dog dick, Baby."
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