I'd never told my boyfriend what really happened to me while I was tied to the kitchen table as part of his little rape fantasy. I did tell him that his best friend, Bill, had fucked me while Tommy had been passed out on the chair, oblivious to my situation. Mind you, I enjoy sex and hadn't minded Bill fucking me, but what I didn't tell him was that Caesar, Tommy's big mastiff, had taken advantage of me as well.

Yes, Tommy's fuckin dog fucked me, not just once, but twice. You see, I lost a bet on the Super Bowl and Tommy had tied me to the kitchen table, bent over with my ass to the world. My hands were tied to the opposite table legs and my ankles tied near the floor. It was sort of like I was in a spread eagle position, except my feet were on the floor and my butt was facing out, my cunt available to anyone, or in this case, anything that wanted to take advantage of me.

We started off with our little game with him coming to the door of the house, telling me that he was a delivery man with a package for me. Of course as soon as I opened the door the delivery man overpowered and raped me while joking that he was going to have his friends come over when he was done so that they could take turns. I'd dared him to do it and he just banged me harder and said, "You'd like that wouldn't you, you little slut." What could I say? I like sex, a lot. And though I'd never told him; sex with him wasn't always completely satisfying.

After he finished fulfilling his little fantasy he left me tied up while he went out to buy more beer. And that's why Caesar was able to mount me from behind. After the stupid dog caught a whiff of my pussy, hot and sticky from Tommy's cum and my own vaginal secretions; he stuck his big mastiff cock into me and filled my pussy with at least a quart of hot doggie cum.

It was a life-changing experience having Caesar's big cock inside of me. That mutt is a sex machine. And then when he came in my pussy, I could feel his overheated cum as it filled my pussy to overflowing. I'm not ashamed to tell you that I had a mind boggling orgasm as a result.

Fortunately the dog finished before Tommy returned from his beer run with his best friend, Bill.

Bill was obviously delighted to see me tied, helpless and naked, to the table. Tommy was so drunk that he passed out and his best friend naturally took the opportunity to fuck me.

No sooner had Bill left, with his cum dripping from my pussy, than Caesar got a new erection. I think that there was some connection between the smell of fresh cum dripping from my pussy and the dog's libido.

The first time when Caesar mounted me it took him awhile to figure out what to do; not this time. He jumped up and put his forepaws on the table, straddling my hips. The first sensation that I felt was the warmth of his furry chest against my back and buttocks and then he thrust until his canine pole slid into my sopping wet pussy. His thick cock filled me up again and I had an orgasm almost immediately as he hammered his pole into me faster than any man could.

The dog seemed to be in a frenzy as he licked the sweat off of my back while continuing to ride me like there was no tomorrow. Unfortunately I was so wet and he was so excited that he slipped out and jumped down; pacing around the kitchen in frustration.

I could see his big red pole hanging down between his legs as he paced and I was as anxious as he was to have him remount me.

Tommy was snoring loudly, just a few feet away, and was oblivious to his dog's whining as the big mastiff finally lifted his front paws back on the table and tried to get his boner back into my pussy. He lifted up his big paw and placed it on my back and I nearly screamed as his claws scratched the skin. "Oww Caesar, get off of me," I told him and jerked my back and the dog jumped off.

He didn't stay away but started licking my pussy trying to slurp up everything that was leaking out. I had to muffle a scream as another incredible orgasm made my toes tingle. My god this dog was good. He paced around the table a couple of times and I looked down and saw that his swollen doggie cock was dripping a trail of doggie juices across the kitchen floor in his excitement.

"Come on Caesar," I encouraged. "Come here boy." He finally lifted his paws back onto the table. I shifted my butt to line him up and he moved his hips forward and slid back inside of me. "Oh god Caesar," I moaned quietly as he resumed his jackhammer pace. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out as his big cock filled me up with each thrust of his furry hips.

I was perspiring heavily and having trouble catching my breath from the surges shooting through my body when I felt his knot sliding into my pussy. I let out a low, guttural groan as my vagina stretched to accommodate the large mass filling it.

And then Caesar quit thrusting and I felt his hot cum erupting into my pussy. I bit my tongue and my body shook like a leaf in a wind storm while he pumped his hot doggie sperm into me. It was all I could do to keep from crying out while another orgasm ravaged through me.

We stayed knotted together for over fifteen minutes while he continued to pump his seed into me without moving his body. The dog was quite happy and he resumed licking my back and panting while I had an almost continuous orgasm as I felt little jets of doggy cum hitting my cervix.

He dropped his head down and licked the side of my face. "Thanks Caesar, I needed that," I said to him as his knot finally shrunk enough to slip out to allow him to dismount. I was exhausted and had I not been tied to the table I think I would have slid to the floor into the puddle of dog and man juice.

Watery cum fairly gushed down my leg and a unique odor permeated the room. Caesar did his best to lick my legs clean and his rough tongue was sending shivers up my spine, but I could do nothing to stop him. Finally satisfied with his efforts, he retired to his mat and began licking his dangling penis before it slid back into its sheath and he closed his eyes.

Tommy finally awoke a half an hour later after I was fairly screaming at him to untie me. I still had to wait while he ran into the bathroom and threw up. It was probably fortunate that he was in no condition to take further advantage of my being tied to the table as I wasn't sure that my pussy could take any more stimulation.

As Tommy untied me he noticed the scratch on my back that his dog had made and I lied and told him that Bill had done it. Tommy wasn't upset that his friend had fucked me. But he did want me to tell him if Bill's cock was bigger than his. I didn't have the heart to tell him the truth so I assured him that while Bill's cock was bigger, he wasn't as good. And then Tommy ran back to the bathroom to upchuck again.

Caesar's attitude toward me immediately changed. Before I'd been tolerated and Tommy was clearly his master. Now he watched me where ever I went and followed me around. The next time that Tommy and I had sex, Caesar jumped up on the bed and tried to mount me while I was on top straddling Tommy's legs. Tommy has gotten angry and tried to drag his dog out of the bedroom, but Caesar had growled and snapped at him. Tommy was furious and said, "Dammit dog, I'm going to have you fixed."

I jumped to Caesar's defense. "Tommy that's not fair." I got up and Caesar docilely let me lead him from the room. I closed the door and returned to the bed. I crawled on my hands and knees between his legs and began sucking Tommy's now flaccid penis. My butt was sticking up in the air and I tried to imagine Caesar fucking me while I sucked his master's cock.

"Damned dog," Tommy said, calming down, "I don't know what's gotten into him."

"Maybe he thought you were attacking me," I teased, looking up at him innocently.

"I was," he grinned, somewhat mollified.

A couple of weeks passed and fortunately there was no more mentioned of getting his dog fixed. I was careful to always close the door to the bedroom for our lovemaking to keep the dog out, but we could hear him pacing and whining out in the hallway.

I almost couldn't wait until my boyfriend had to go out of town on business. He normally went once or twice a month, but hadn't had to for several weeks now and since he worked from home and I didn't, I'd only had one chance to be alone with Caesar. We were out of dog food and Tommy pulled himself away from the computer to go to the pet store.

I knew that it would take Tommy at least an hour so I quickly led Caesar into the bedroom and pulled off my jeans and underpants. The dog watched me intently as I sat on the edge of the bed and spread my legs and then reached down and spread my labia apart.

Caesar's sensitive nose sniffed the air and I called, "Come here boy."

He'd no sooner started licking my pussy, sending waves up electricity through my body when I heard the door open and Tommy called out, "Here Caesar, here boy; I got your food."

"Oh shit!" I moaned in frustration. The dog was still busy licking my pussy and I had to push him away.

"Here boy," called Tommy more loudly.

Thank god I had closed the bedroom door and had time to pick up my jeans and panties and run into the bathroom. Caesar tried to follow me, but I closed the door on him just before Tommy opened the door to the bedroom.

He saw his dog whining at the bathroom door and asked, "Caesar, what are you doing?" "Come get your dinner."

My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour from the close call. "You got back awfully fast," I said from inside the bathroom.

"Yeah I didn't want to go all the way to the pet store so I just went to the 7-11. It cost twice as much. Come on boy," I heard him say. "Come on, what's gotten in to you?"

I flushed the toilet and pulled on my pants. When I opened the door Tommy was dragging his dog from the bedroom by his collar. Caesar was resisting and turned his head and looked at me sorrowfully. I could see the tip of his big red penis sliding back into its sheath as Tommy dragged him from the bedroom.

Both the dog and I were frustrated and that evening when Tommy was on top of me I kept wishing that it was his dog's bigger cock rapidly thrusting into me.

Tommy finally told me that he had to travel for a couple of days and in the meantime I had done some internet searching about how to get Caesar to mate with me again. Most of the pictures that I'd seen online had the dog backing up to the woman, but I knew that this wouldn't be satisfying for me because I didn't just want his cock in me; I wanted him to mount me. I finally found a guide from a writer named Rachael Ross that was exactly what I was looking for. Her guide was very informative and she was an amazing author. Although I learned in my research that not very many authors share the same fetishes that I have.

By the time Tommy finally went out of town I had everything planned out. When I got home from work, Caesar was waiting for me, anxious to go for a walk to do his toilet. I was just as anxious to start my seduction of him, but I knew that some things just had to be taken care of.

The dog lifted his leg on the first bush we came upon and then did his number two within half a block on a neighbor's lawn. Being a responsible pet walker I cleaned up the huge pile the big dog left using a plastic bag. Caesar was happy to keep walking and peeing on bushes, but I was getting impatient. We continued on up to the park and then headed back to my house.

When we got back, Caesar immediately went to his dog dish and stared at it. Silly dog, he doesn't know his priorities at all, I thought to myself. "Okay you stupid mutt; I'll feed you first." I went over and filled his bowl with dry dog food and then watched as he ate like it was the first meal that he'd had in a month.

When Caesar finished wolfing down his food and lapping up about a half-gallon of water he finally turned his attention to me and padded over to get his ears scratched.

I knelt in front of him and asked, "Are you ready for a little fun?" as I ran my hand down his smooth flank. I let my hand slide down to his sheath. It was warm and covered with soft fur that felt like velvet to my touch. Caesar licked my face. "You're breath smells like dog food," I complained mildly as I stroked his sheath. More licks.

I kept stroking him while unbuttoning my blouse and then I pulled it off and removed my bra. Caesar licked my right breast and my nipple hardened immediately under his rough tongue. I closed my eyes and groaned as his huge tongue moved to the valley between my breasts and then to the left breast. "God you're good," I moaned. I felt my pussy getting wet and my breathing more ragged.

"Come on boy; let's go get more comfortable." I led the way into the bedroom with him right at my heels. He watched me eagerly while I took off all of my clothes. I knelt down beside him and hugged him. His warm, furry body felt wonderful against my naked skin and I murmured, "Good boy. You're a good boy." He panted happily.

I reached my hand down and gently stroked his sheath and he licked my face. Just then, there was a knock at the front door. I wasn't expecting anyone so I just ignored it. Then whoever was out there pounded on the door. "Oh fuck," I said and got up and put on my robe. I noticed that Caesar's penis was half out of its sheath. "Sit Caesar, stay," I said, and he obediently sat and began licking his red penis. "Horny dog," I chuckled as I headed for the front door.

I looked out the window and saw that it was Bill. Exasperated, I opened the door. "What are you doing here?" I demanded. "Tommy's out of town."

"I know," he said with a leer as he stepped by me.

I said firmly, "Bill leave. I'm just getting ready to take a shower, so leave." I pointed to the open door.

He grabbed me and kissed me while pushing the door shut before pulling my robe open. His hands were all over my breasts and I could smell the alcohol on his breath. I pushed him away. "Bill, you're drunk. Leave right this minute and I won't tell Tommy."