Date: Mon, 8 May 2017 18:29:59 -0700 From: Mike Askme Subject: 'Knotted to the Max'{MikeisGFBC}(B with BEAST)[1:1] KNOTTED TO THE MAX CHAPTER 1 This story is taken from part of an email exchange I had with a fellow of similar interests on my Imagefap account. This subject matter is of course controversial, but one I am obviously okay with as it depicts a situation of my own from when I was younger. I also know that it is clearly not as uncommon a practice as others might think it is, nor do I think it is in any way unnatural. Sex is as about as close to natural or animalistic as we can get, and we are not alone in the animal kingdom when it comes to enjoying sex with partners anyway we can get it, be it with the opposite sex, same-sex, interracial, and yes, interspecies. I'm definitely into the taboo I would say. The more humiliating or depraved it seems, the hotter it is for me. I don't consider myself gay at all, and even "bi" i think is a stretch, as I'm not really attracted to men. For me, it's more the situation. Sure, I like cock, both having it fucking me and sucking it, and I like cum too. But, I can't think of one time I ever looked at a guy and thought, "he's hot, I gotta get me some of that." I'll ogle women all day and fantasize about the perverted shit I'd do to them, but with men, it's quite a bit different. Although I'm fairly masculine in the social setting, I have zero desire to be dominant with men, and could never picture myself fucking another guy like myself, I just wouldn't be into it, although the best BJ I've ever had in my life (and I've had some good ones) was from a dude, so I will make exceptions for that. In sex with men, I think what does it for me is my own position fulfilling the role of the girl, to be used for the pleasure of another man thereby degrading my own masculinity, to become another man's bitch, and serve a man's needs in that role. I went through puberty at a young age, and it probably meant I was experimenting at a younger and less mentally mature age than I should have been. That may be a reason why, when our enormous family pet dog, an English Mastiff, got to that age, I was a little too more than willing to let him release his pent up male urges on me, and in me ;-) God I miss that dog! I was his loyal bitch right up into my early high-school years, before he got too old to have much interest anymore. I'm am absolutely not exaggerating when I say his cock was ten inches long and his knot was the size of a softball, if not a little bigger. It was years as a kid before I was able to fully take him, but once I could take the knot, we were tied together all the time after that. I can't tell you how many times I almost got caught (probably did got caught) by other family members because we were stuck, "knotted," to each other. I remember once, everyone was out of the house, so I had brought him up to my upstairs bedroom, stripped my clothes off, and got into position. Max knew the routine, mounted me, humped his cock into me for about a minute before his knot began to swell. I reached back, grabbed it at the base and pulled it into me (if I didn't do it before it fully swelled there wouldn't be any way to get it in after that) and it didn't take long for him to engorge to full size, but once it did, we were locked. He then did his usual climb off the back and lift of the leg over so that he faced away. I didn't mind, as at this point I was typically moaning and squealing face down into the floor, feeling my guts bloat as he filled me continuously with stinging hot baby juice. I really loved this part, as my intestines would slosh and gurgle with the dog semen filling me and having nowhere to escape too. I often fantasized, although I did know better, that something magical would happen, and having so much dog cum in me would somehow transform me and allow him to impregnate me with his puppies. Sometimes, if we had gone a while without fucking, his pent up sperm would have so much volume my stomach would literally bloat with all his swimmers exploring my guts. In my boi pussy wasn't the only way I acquired dog cum though, I literally took it anyway I could get it, from sucking it from the tap, licking it off the floor, collecting it in a glass and drinking it, to even snorting it up my nose. There were times that I had swallowed and been sprayed with so much dog cum, that it was all I could smell in my sinuses for weeks, and it was often just that much more of a turn on wondering if others were smelling it on me, or if it was just in my own nose because I had been sprayed and swallowed so much of it. It had taken me a while to get a taste for it; it is thinner and more watery than our own, and has a faint metallic taste, but it wasn't long growing up before I had an addiction, an addiction that could only be satiated by more dog cock. It would have been wonderful if I could have had him every night alone in my room, but for some reason the parents insisted he sleep in their bedroom, almost as if they had a reason for doing so. Barely conscious face down and ass up on the floor in utter bliss getting my guts hosed down with dog sperm, I did not hear the parent's car pull into the driveway, but Max heard the door open, and in his usual excitedness, he rushed off to go meet them at the door, with his loyal bitch still locked in tow. At well over two hundred pounds, Max was a giant dog, and when we were locked, he could lift my knees of the ground when he moved, so in his excitement, he ran dragging my naked body scrambling out the bedroom door, down the hall, and halfway down the staircase before I was able to get a handhold and pull free from our embrace. Still fully engorged, his knot made a loud "pop" as it vacated my rectum, and a spray of dog cum splattered the walls, as he continued on downstairs to greet them, I'm sure with his enormous cum covered cock still swinging freely out of its sheath. My own sacredness probably hid most of the pain of his hasty exit, and I was just barely able to run, throw on pants and a shirt, and grab a towel to clean the cum off the walls before the parents came upstairs to see what the ruckus was all about; but, and I seriously doubt they had any misconceptions about what had really been going on. Nor can I image how they possibly didn't notice the enormous wet spot growing in the seat of my jeans. God I miss that dog, I would have gladly carried his puppies as his obedient bitch, if such a thing were possible. *If you liked this, ahem "story," or any others I've written, feel free to hit me up via email (MikeisGFBC@gmail.com), I love to chat with people of similar kinks and interests as my own.