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I Admit It Chapter

I Admit It Chapter 1 By Shaman I admit it. I am a dog slut. A couple of weeks ago, I nicknamed myself the Neighborhood Slut. I am 41 years old, 5 ft – 10 brunette, slim and attractive, 36a-34-37. I am very proud of my small, almost nonexistent breast. I look like I’m in puberty. When I'm excited they protrude almost an inch. Two ballooned out three-inch round mountains with extra long hard nipples at the ends. They really get men’s attention when they get hard. Being tiny breasted has never been detrimental. My puffy extra long nipples make up for any loss from size. They are very sensitive and provide loads of pleasure. Rubbing them against the fur of a dog is exhilarating, flooding my pussy with juice. I haven’t been interested in men for three months. I just can’t get dogs out of my mind. It is effecting my work and my social life. I have trouble concentrating at work from thinking about my nightly exploits. I have all but dropped out of my social circles choosing to walk alleys rather than be with my own kind. It all started from a dog sex experience I had with my neighbor’s dog Max. Since then I have been roaming my neighborhood at night taking on any dog that I can find. I started out being picky, but now I take them all. I have never been in this good of shape. Walking five to six miles plus the work out from six to eight dogs every night. My hips and stomach have really firmed up. Better than any gym has done for me. By day I am a successful executive in a fortune ...

... 500 company. By night I am the flea-infested slut of the neighborhood. At this point I have six pretty steady pooches that service me on a regular basis. I wear a leather buckskin colored skirt that I can flip up and use as a shield against their toe nails, a tight fitting Lycra top that I can feel my nipples through, no panties, and a pair of tennis shoes. The shoes are soaked regularly in my urine so that I can leave a trail for them to follow. I go by and mark their favorite fireplugs, fence post, garage corners or telephone post with my urine and then go to our rendezvous spot in the Neighborhood Park. I don’t have to wait long before one or more of them show up and take turns at me. I have sex with all that come. I feed and caress them when we are done. On weekends I sometimes take one of them home to doctor and make sure they are in good health. During the course of the weekend we f*** like two rabbits. All night long we go at it. If I wake up I am the aggressor and vise versa. In the morning after breakfast we start again. Usually by the end of twenty-four hours we both have had enough of each other and are itching to get back on the street, so I let them go at dark and start my routine. There is one of my regulars that is my favorite. I named him Big Boy. He is a Heinz 57 variety with a long line of bloodhound in his gene pool. He has big floppy ears and the droopy mouth of a bloodhound and a slender shorthaired body. He must have some Great Dane in his bloodline too. ...