The Bestiality Cruise - Part 1: The Cat - Sex Stories

The Bestiality Cruise - Part 1: The Cat

... leading to the master bedroom. The sleeping chamber was bigger than all the other rooms combined. Like the lounge, it was richly decorated and also had a bestiality-themed painting hanging from the wall. This one showed the same young woman as before, only this time the studly canine had mounted her and seemed to be halfway through… well, you get the point. I quickly forgot about the odd perversity of the artwork when I spotted the bed. It was easily four times the size of my bed at home and was equipped with golden silk sheets. Drawn to it like a moth to flame, I literally dove across the room to reach it. But the mattress was softer than air and I barely felt a thing. A relieved sigh escaped me as I decided a quick nap would be the best thing to help me fight the seasickness. I knew I should take the time to remove my clothes and slip under the covers, but I was too comfortable to even consider moving. So I just lay there and waited for sleep to take me. Have you ever tried to sleep on a rollercoaster? This was worse. The ship was massive and barely even rocked as it sliced through the ocean waves, yet I felt every single one of them. My heart leapt in my chest every few seconds and I was constantly plagued with the urge to throw up. There was no way I could fall asleep under such circumstances. But still I tried. It took almost half an hour, but I eventually gave up. Sleep would not come and if I ever hoped to put my seasickness behind me, I had to find a way to distract ...

... myself. During my futile attempt at slumber, I had spent quite a few minutes staring at the perverse painting and could not help but be drawn to it. But it was not until now that I finally realized why. My eyes widened in shock as I realized I was aroused. I tried to reason it was a mere side-effect of my missed masturbation session—being a virgin, I was required to pleasure myself at least once a day to keep my urges contained—but knew that was not true. I had skipped them before and never had I been turned on by a woman and a dog being intimate. Until now. I tried to figure out the cause for my perverse feelings, but no matter how hard I tried to explain them, I could not. But I knew thinking clearly would be impossible until I came down from my sexual high, so I did the only thing I could. I decided to masturbate. Getting to my feet, I steadied myself and headed over to the nearby mirror. I know this will sound odd, but I love to watch myself get undressed. It turns me on and always makes pleasuring myself more enjoyable. I have no idea if it means I am secretly a lesbian or if the cause is more perverse, but I honestly do not care. I may have felt like throwing up, I looked as hot as ever. Brushing my platinum-blond locks aside, I curled my lips into a seductive smile. My sparkling blue eyes traveled down to my chest moments after the skin-tight dress I had been wearing was removed. I never wore underwear and my perky breasts were instantly revealed. I smiled as I noticed ...