Filthy Memoirs of a Filthy Leopard #4: Bestiality
#4 of Filthy Memoirs
Hey guys and gals, we're back with another entry from this dirty, dirty leopard, Adrian Worthy! This time he recalls another of his dirtiest kinks: Bestiality!
If that is a real turn off, or if you are grossed out by that, the Back button is located up there!Disclaimer: I know I usually leave it up to you guys to either guess or ask whether or not I like the kinks about which I am writing, but due to the nature of this one I'll go ahead and fill you in: I do not like bestiality in real life; in furry porn it's whatever, it's not real then.
Oh! And allow me to clarify: I do not bash anyone for any of their kinks. What turns you on, turns you on; that's great! I use the modifier "filthy" in a positive way: we've all got that one kink that, no matter how we try to analyze it, really gets our gears working and makes that cumshot arc a little higher, be a little more thick, and a be a little tastier!
You've been warned <3
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Filthy Memoirs of a Filthy Leopard #4: Bestiality
When I was twenty, I dated a dragon named Darrell. He was one kinky son of a bitch. He introduced me to some of the kinks about which I am planning on posting. One of these was bestiality.
See, I moved into the guy's house. He had a dog, German shepherd and Husky mix. His name was Bouncer. One night while Darrell and I were getting into it, after he had rubbed his crotch all over my body: neck, chin, nose, my own crotch, between my ass cheeks, Bouncer came into the room, tail a-waggin'.
Darrell wasn't very subtle, you see, so he just grabbed my neck and squeezed a little, and said, "Bend over and let Bouncer fuck you. It's been a long ass time and the poor fella's got bluer balls than I do since you can't fuckin' get me off anymore."
God he was such a charmer! I looked at Bouncer, his little red cock poking out of his sheath, all wet and shiny even in the dim light of the bedroom. His tail was whipping back and forth and his tongue was lolling out of his mouth. He looked like he was grinning, like he knew what he was about to get from me; he seemed to be eyeing my ass too.
Darrell yanked me out of the bed, still holding my neck. I coughed; I could barely breathe. He shoved me onto the ground and he sat on the foot of the bed. His cock was straining hard, leaning slightly to the left, dribbling pre onto his thigh. Bouncer hopped up and trotted over to me. He mounted me, his forelegs raking into my ribs and his head right behind mine as he drooled and panted. His breath smelled like crotch.
He humped a few times as he grew erect, his sheath swelling as his cock slipped out. I tell ya, there's something really different, really hot about bein' fucked by someone or something that has no concept of intimacy and pleasure (other than fucking for the sake of fucking); Bouncer didn't care about being gentle, didn't care about how I felt when he tore me open, his doggy dick plunging deep inside of me, his little balls slapping against mine.
I screamed in a mixture of bliss and agony as he humped mechanically over and over again: in, out, in, out, all the while drooling and panting; his forelegs trying their best to keep him upright. The nails on his hindpaws scratched the wood floor with a sickening screech. Darrell slapped me in the face with his dick, splattering pre all over my muzzle. I can't tell you that I didn't enjoy it; like I said, there was something really hot about being fucked by someone who doesn't give an actual shit about you; he didn't give me a reach around, he didn't kiss my neck, he didn't hold me like I was precious: he couldn't. He was a fuckin' dog!
After a few minutes of unequaled bliss, I felt something huge beckoning entry into me. Darrell chuckled viciously, his sharp teeth clicking together as he talked.
"Dogs have knots at the base of their dicks. It's like a large mound of muscle, or something; I think they use it to keep their bitches in place while they empty their cum into them like the little cum dumpsters they are." He cupped my chin in his hand, yanking my head upwards. "You will let him tie you, got that?"
I gulped; that's all I could do. His nails dug achingly into my throat. His cock pushed its way past my lips as he grabbed the sides of my head and face fucked me. His cock was musky and salty; he hadn't showered in a few days. I gagged; I cried; I tried my best to keep Bouncer from ripping me wide open, but he was relentless.
When I couldn't hold it anymore; I almost got a cramp from clenching around his cock (which, in hindsight, was a bad idea because I think it just made him feel amazing and fuck me harder), he popped his huge knot into me. I came instantly. The pressure against my prostrate was too great. My cum painted the floor the most brilliant shade of cream; my elbows gave out and I slipped, raking my sharp teeth down Darrell's shaft. He bled a little and snarled, yanking me back up by the shoulders.
"You little bitch! You almost tore my cock off, god damn it!"
Bouncer continued to hump into me, although he went nowhere; his knot pulled painfully at my asshole as he tried to pull himself out, and then it would press hard against my prostrate. I think I came again reflexively, without orgasm simply from the pleasure. My hands were sticky. My balls were tight little rocks drawn up into my crotch, hurting as the dog's balls smacked against them.
I sensed Bouncer's orgasm a moment before he actually came. His cock seemed to swell a bit, stretching my insides. He had to have been seven or eight inches, hung like a horse. My eyes rolled upwards as he painted my depths with his doggy cum, all the while trying to pull out so he could thrust back into me. He didn't caress my neck, didn't offer me sweet nothings or wrap his arms around my chest.
He couldn't, he was a dog.
Darrell grinned; he could tell Bouncer had claimed one end, and so he decided to claim the other. He jerked himself off furiously, holding my chin with his free hand. He threw his head back as he came, his body shuddering as he marked my face - ears, eyes, nose, lips - with his jizz. It felt good.
I had to sit there for an hour before Bouncer could pull out. Darrell lay back on the bed and told me to clean him up. I licked him clean and in the process made him cum again. He growled softly; now that he was sated, his blue balls turning a nice shade of black like his scales, he was like a little kitten. He slid down onto his ass and held my head in his hands, kissing me sloppily: running his tongue over my face to gather up his cum before shoving his mouth against mine, making me swallow it.
When Bouncer finally pulled out, a torrent of his jizz spilled out of my ass. He sniffed my ass, then nuzzled and licked my balls. He then lapped up a few loads of his cum off the floor and walked over to his bed and cleaned his cock.
Darrell made me roll around in the mixed loads on the ground before cleaning it up. I was perfumed in so many different scents it drove me wild and my nose burned as it tried to process everything I was smelling. Bouncer thought I was playing on the ground and so he hopped up and pounced on me, licking my face, the head of his semi-flaccid cock tickling my stomach. Good dog.